20/31 You poisoned my father's mind. Thank God! I am my own mistress now. I dare you ever to claim me as your wife. Beyond that mere civil ceremony, the sale of a soul for Senator Dunham's influence, you have never laid your hand in mine." "You cannot frighten me, Madame," bitterly retorted Ferris. "I hold your father's good name in my power." "Stop!" coldly rejoined the angered woman. |