Over the tops of the buildings across the street arose the perfect tower, New York’s latest defiant gesture to a god of vengeance. His finger swept in an arc to encompass the city. He said to her--and it was a deep cry of intolerable pain: “See that? I could have built that if I hadn’t met you!” TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES: Italicized text is surrounded by underscores: _italics_. Obvious typographical errors have been corrected. Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been standardized. Archaic or variant spelling has been retained. New original cover art included with this eBook is granted to the public domain. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.