Her eyes filled as she thought of him, the image of his laughing countenance coming into her mind, to be swiftly followed by a vision of the blood running from his cut hand. Even Capes had been for her merely an excitant to passionate love—a mere idol at whose feet one could enjoy imaginative wallowings. Beware of him, my son! Beware of him! You know not what villany he is capable of. She went to a dramatic agent, and he turned out to be the one who had heard me sing in Paris.
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