THE LOVE OF MONSIEUR
“What would you do for me if I promised you what you wish?”
“By my love! anything—anything in my power to win, anything in my gift to bestow.”
She smiled gayly. “Very well,” she said, “I shall begin at once. First, I shall want the papers in your possession.”
His face clouded; he dropped her hand and fell back a pace or two.
“The proofs—”
“The very same,” she said, coolly.
“My trust!” he exclaimed. “I have sworn to keep them secret or destroy them!”
She turned away pettishly.
“So much for your love, Captain Ferrers. You swear to give me anything. The first favor I ask, you refuse.”
“But my honor, Barbara. You would not have me break oath with the dead?”
“Will you give me the papers?” she asked again, imperturbably. He looked at her uncertainly.
“And if I do not give them to you?”
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