marry, and you can put that down for a certainty," Dick said doggedly.
"And if I tell you," in sudden hope, "will you let my marriage go on without telling Clara? Promise to let us get away on our wedding tour and then you can do as you wish. Only give me that much," almost pleaded the now trembling man.
"And let you wreck the life of the innocent, unsuspecting woman who becomes your bride? What sort of a man do you think I am?" Richard asked in scorn.
"My God, man! Have some feeling. Haven't I suffered enough already? You are a man, you can understand how a man will sell his soul to hell for the sake of a woman," he said bitterly. "Have some feeling!"
"Can't you understand it?" he continued, desperately, in vain effort to wake compassion in Richard's breast. "She was pretty, she
