Jacqueline of Golden RiverEmanuel, V. R. (Victor Rousseau)
Philosophy
Jacqueline of Golden River
Emanuel, V. R. (Victor Rousseau)
Fiction
"No, _monsieur_," she answered chillingly. "No, _monsieur_!"
"Do you wish me to go?"
She said nothing, and I walked unsteadily toward the door. She
followed me slowly. I went out of the room and pulled the door to
behind me. I knew that after it had closed I should never see
Jacqueline again.
She opened it and stood confronting me; and then burst into a flood of
impassioned speech.
"Why have you followed me here to persecute me?" she cried. "Are you
under the illusion that I am helpless? Do you think the friends who
rescued me from you have forgotten that you exist? You took advantage
of my helplessness. I do not want to see you. I hate you!"
"You told me that you loved me, and I believed you, Jacqueline," I
answered miserably, watching the colour flame to her lovely face. And
I could see she remembered that.
"When I was ill you used me for your own base schemes," she went on
with cutting emphasis. "And you--you followed me here. Do you think
that I am unprotected, and that you are dealing only with an old man
and a helpless woman? Why, I have friends who would come in and kill
you if I but raised my voice!"
"Raise your voice, _mademoiselle_. I am ready for your friends," I
answered.
She looked less steadily at me and seemed to waver.
"What have you come for?" she asked. "Have you not had money enough?
Do you want more?"
I seized her by the wrists. Thus I held her at arm's length, and my
fingers tightened until I saw the flesh grow white beneath them. The
intensity of my rage beat hers down and made it a puny thing.
"Jacqueline! You take me for an adventurer?" I cried. "Is _that_ what
they told you? Why do you think I brought you so near your home when
you were, as you said, helpless? Only a few nights ago you said you
loved me; that you would never send me away until I wished to go. What
is it that has happened to change you so, Jacqueline?"
I had her in my arms. She struggled fiercely, and I let her go.
"How dare you, _monsieur_!" she panted. "Go at once, or I shall call
for aid!"
So I went into the passage; and as I left the room I could still hear
the hellish click of the ivory ball in the roulette-wheel. I was
utterly confounded.
But before I reached the end of the little hall Jacqueline came running
back to me.
"Monsieur!" she gasped. "M. Paul! For the sake of--of what I once
thought you, I do not want you to be seen. You are in dreadful danger.
Come back!"
"Never mind the danger, _madame_," I answered, and I saw her flinch at
the word and look at me in dazed bewilderment. "Never mind my danger."
"It is for your own sake, _monsieur_," she said more gently.
"No, Mme. d'Epernay," I answered; and she winced again, as though I had
struck her across the face.
"For my sake," she pleaded, catching at my arm, and at that moment I
heard a door slam underneath and heavy footsteps begin slowly to ascend
the stairs.
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