Daisy Brooks; Or, A Perilous LoveLibbey, Laura Jean
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Daisy Brooks; Or, A Perilous Love
Libbey, Laura Jean
Adventure stories; Dime novels; Fiction; Love stories
"You are well cared for," she said, with a harsh, grating laugh, that
vibrated strangely on the girl's ear. "You have the good things of
life, while I have only the hardships. I am a fool to endure it. I
have come to you to-night to help me--and you must do it."
"Put the key in that door instantly, or I shall cry out for
assistance. I have heard of insolence of beggars, but certainly this
is beyond all imagination. How dare you force your obnoxious presence
upon me? I will not listen to another word; you shall suffer for this
outrage, woman! Open the door instantly, I say."
She did not proceed any further in her breathless defiance of retort;
the woman coolly interrupted her with that strange, grating laugh
again, as she answered, authoritatively:
"I shall not play at cross-purposes with you any longer; it is plainly
evident there is little affection lost between us. You will do exactly
as I say, Pluma; you may spare yourself a great deal that may be
unpleasant--if you not only listen but quietly obey me. Otherwise--"
Pluma sprung wildly to her feet.
"Obey you! obey you!"
She would have screamed the words in her ungovernable rage, had not a
look from this woman's eyes, who used her name with such ill-bred
familiarity, actually frightened her.
"Be sensible and listen to what I intend you shall hear, and, as I
said and repeat, obey. You have made a slight mistake in defying me,
young lady. I hoped and intended to be your friend and adviser; but
since you have taken it into your head to show such an aversion to me,
it will be so much the worse for you, for I fully intend you shall act
hereafter under my instructions; it has spoiled you allowing you to
hold the reins in your own hands unchecked."
"Oh, you horrible creature! I shall have you arrested and--"
The woman interrupted her gasping, vindictive words again, more
imperiously than before.
"Hush! not another word; you will not tell any one a syllable of what
has passed in this room."
"Do you dare threaten me in my own house," cried Pluma, fairly beside
herself with passion. "I begin to believe you are not aware to whom
you are speaking. You shall not force me to listen. I shall raise the
window and cry out to the guests below."
"Very well, then. I find I am compelled to tell you something I never
intended you should know--something that, unless I am greatly mistaken
in my estimate of you, will change your high and mighty notions
altogether."
The woman was bending so near her, her breath almost scorched her
cheek.
"I want money," she said, her thin lips quivering in an evil smile,
"and it is but right that you should supply me with it. Look at the
diamonds, representing a fortune, gleaming on your throat, while I am
lacking the necessaries of life."
"What is that to me?" cried Pluma, scornfully. "Allow me to pass from
the room, and I will send my maid back to you with a twenty-dollar
note. My moments are precious; do not detain me."
The woman laughed contemptuously.
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