The Golden WebOppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
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The Golden Web
Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
Detective and mystery stories
"You mentioned the fact, I believe," he continued, "that you were--that
you had done me the honor--that you were, in fact, my fiancée."
"Well?" she murmured.
"Under those circumstances," he continued, "don't you think--"
His hand rested for a moment upon hers. She drew it at once away. "No, I
think not!" she answered.
"I have not had much experience," he went on, "in being engaged, but it
seemed to me that there were certain privileges which belonged to that
state."
"You are perfectly well aware," she answered, "that ours is not an
engagement of that sort. You know something about the world in which the
men marry for position and the women for money, don't you? You can look
upon our engagement as being of that order. I marry you because it is
the only way I can make you pay your debt. I have given you notice from
the first. I mean to gain everything I can, and to give nothing."
"Nothing?" he repeated.
"As little as possible," she answered. "As a matter of fact, you are
singularly indifferent to me. You simply represent the things I desire,
the things which are owing to me, the things which were owing to--to
him. I marry you to acquire them. You marry me because you must."
"Well," he said, "ours promises to be a novel matrimonial experience."
"Not at all," she answered.
"You have been reading too many novels," he declared. "People really
don't marry in this sort of way at all. There is always a pretence of
sentiment about it. If not, for very shame's sake, they try to cultivate
it."
"Then we," she answered, "will remain exceptions."
"Do you dislike me?" he asked.
"Personally I have not thought about you," she answered. "Apart from
that, I hate you. You represent the victor, and all that I have loved
upon this earth have been the vanquished. Willingly I would not give you
so much as the touch of my fingers. If I thought that my presence was a
pleasure to you, I would shrink back into myself. If I thought that any
happiness could come to you from our association, even now I would throw
myself from the car and end it."
"Our prospects of matrimonial bliss," he remarked, "appear to me to be
distinctly above the average."
"I do not expect," she answered, "to find any pleasure that may come to
me in later life, at your hands."
"I shall certainly not allow you to flirt."
"I know the law," she answered. "I know what I may do and what I may not
do. I shall not transgress it. I want your money, I want your position,
I want your power. These things I will share with you. For the rest, you
cannot keep too far away to please me."
He leaned towards her, heedless of the fact that she was shrinking away.
There was something a little pitiful in the blue-gray eyes which tried
so hard to hold him at a distance. "Well," said he, "it will be an
interesting experiment, at any rate. Personally, I think that you are a
brave woman. I wonder that you did not take the money without me."
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