I've got to be his son-in-law.

That's a positive necessity! God, what a fool I was at Longmeadow, to have taken those three drinks, and have been piqued at her beating me--to have let my tongue and temper slip--in short, to have acted like an ass!" Ugly and grim, he puffed at his Londres.

Vast schemes of finance and of conquest wove through his busy, plotting brain.

Visions of the girl arose, too, tempting him still more, though his chill heart was powerless to feel the urge of any real, self-sacrificing or devoted love.

Sensual passion he knew, and ambition, and the lust of power; nothing else.