Identifier: sinsoffatherroma00dixo (find matches)
Title: The sins of the father : a romance of the South
Year: 1912 (1910s)
Authors: Dixon, Thomas, 1864-1946 Cooper, William Fennimore, 1789-1851, former owner
Subjects: North Carolina -- Fiction
Publisher: New York London : D. Appleton and Co.
Contributing Library: University Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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at her for a moment. She knew that hewould put her out unless she could win his consent.She had made up her mind to fight and never for amoment did she accept the possibility of defeat. He muttered an incoherent answer to his wife, kissedher good night, and went to his room. He sat downin the moonlight beside the open window, lighted a cigarand gazed out on the beautiful lawn. His soul raged in fury over the blind folly of hiswife. If the devil himself had ruled the world he couldnot have contrived more skillfully to throw this danger-ous, sensuous young animal in his way. It was horrible!He felt himself suiFocating with the thought of its possi-bilities ! He rose and paced the floor and sat downagain in helpless rage. The door softly opened and closed and the girl stoodbefore him in the white moonlight, her rounded figureplainly showing against the shimmering kimono as thebreeze through the window pressed the delicate silkagainst her flesh. He turned on her angrily: How dare you. 94
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How dare you ? THE WORDS THAT COST WTiy, I havent done anything, major! she an-swered softly. I just came in to pick up that basketof trash I forgot this morning—she spoke in low,hngering tones. He rose, walked in front of her, looked her in the eyeand quietly said: Youre lying. Why, major You know that you are lying. Now get out of thisroom—and stay out of it, do you hear. Yes, I hear, came the answer that was half a sob. And make up your mind to leave this place to-mor-row, or Ill put you out, if I have to throw you headforemost into the street. She took a step backward, shook her head and themass of tangled red hair fell from its coil and droppedon her shoulders. Her eyes were watching him nowwith dumb passionate yearning. Get out! he ordered brutally. A moments silence and a low laugh was her answer. Why do you hate me.? she asked the question with anote of triumph. I dont, he replied with a sneer. Then youre afraid of me! Afraid of you.? Yes. He took another step and towered

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