The things we do!

I can not tell--"
"Pardon me, I make no taunts, and I have said I tell no tales. But
my word of honor, man,--I will play you,--two out of three, to
see--who takes her." His voice was low, tense, savage.
The younger man sat back in his chair. One knowing his tempestuous
nature might have expected anger, consternation, resentment, to
remain on his face. On the contrary, a sudden light seemed to come
into his countenance. Suddenly he stifled a smile! He passed a
hand across his brow, as though to assure himself. It was not so
much confidence or resolution as half deliberation which shone in
his eye as he cast a glance upon the heap of money on the opposite
side of the table. Yet no sordid thought, no avarice was in his
gaze. It was the look of the fanatic, the knight errant, resolved
upon deed of risk or sacrifice for sake of a woman's wish; but with
it was the amusement of a man who foresaw that difficulties lay
ahead of him who essayed the role of jailer to Josephine, Countess
St.


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