Then we will
see who shall be insolent; then we shall see whose proud blue eye
shall day after day dare to look up and rebuke me. Oh: to get you in
my power, my girl! Not that I love you, moon-faced creature, but I
want your possessions, which is quite as strong an incentive."
Then he fell into thought. He had an ugly way of scowling and biting
his nails when deeply brooding over any subject, and now he walked
slowly up and down the floor with his head upon his breast, his
brows drawn over his nose and his four fingers between his teeth,
gnawing away like a wild beast, while he muttered:
"She is not like the other one; she has more sense and strength; she
will give us more trouble. We must continue to try fair means a
little longer. It will be difficult, for I am not accustomed to
control my passions, even for a purpose--yet, penitence and love are
the only cards to be played to this insolent girl for the present.
Afterwards!--" Here his soliloquy muttered itself into silence, his
head sank deeper upon his breast, his brows gathered lower over his
nose and he walked and gnawed his nails like a hungry wolf.
The immediate result of this cogitation was that he went into the
library and wrote off a letter to his father, telling him all that
had transpired between himself and Clara, and asking his further
counsel.
Pages:
85
86
87
88
89
90
91
92
93
94
95
96
97
98
99
100
101
102
103
104
105
106
107
108
109