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Foiled by a Woman


“Madam, it is my duty to arrest you!”

“You dare not!”

The lips were white with passion rather than fear, and the lady stood before me like a lioness at bay. Even then I could not help but note the splendid beauty of this grand lady. Tall and slender, eyes black and flashing, almost lurid now, the spectacle she presented standing there in the middle of the apartment, was more the appearance of a queen than a hunted criminal.

“I must,” I replied. “I do not doubt your innocence; looking in your face it is strange that any one could couple it with guilt. But I am constrained to do my duty, madam, however [inimical] it may [be] to my feelings.”Read More