THE DEEP SEA 127

IX. AT LAST! 151

X. DAMOCLES DINES OUT 169

XI. DENOUNCED 189

XII. AN APPEAL 207

XIII. THE LAST STRAW 227

XIV. THE THIRTEENTH TRUMP 241

XV. THE ODD TRICK 263

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"THERE," HE SAID TRIUMPHANTLY, "IT MIGHT HAVE
BEEN MADE FOR HER!" 25

"ANSWER ME," HE SAID ROUGHLY; "IS THIS SOME LARK
OF YOURS?" 32

"DID YOU WANT TO SEE ME ON--ON BUSINESS, MUM?" 47

"WHAT WOULD BE DONE TO HIM?" ASKED THE HAIRDRESSER,
WITH A QUITE UNPLEASANT INTERNAL
SENSATION 67

"KEEP OFF! TELL HER TO DROP IT, TWEDDLE!" 86

"IT IS A MISERABLE THING," HE WAS THINKING, "FOR
A MAN ... TO HAVE A FEMALE STATUE TROTTING
AFTER HIM LIKE A GREAT DORG" 104

SHE WAS STANDING BEFORE THE LOW CHIMNEY-GLASS,
REGARDING HERSELF INTENTLY 119

"FOR 'ARF A PINT I'D KNOCK YOUR BLOOMIN' 'ED IN!" 140

"WHY DID YOU NOT KNEEL TO ME BEFORE?" 161

SHE STRUCK A NAMELESS FEAR INTO LEANDER'S SOUL 177

HER HANDS WERE UNSTEADY WITH PASSION AS SHE TIED
HER BONNET-STRINGS 199

LEANDER WENT DOWN ON ALL FOURS ON THE HEARTH-RUG 220

"STOP WHERE YOU ARE!... FOR MERCY'S SAKE, DON'T COME IN!" 238

"LEANDER!" SHE CRIED, ... "I DON'T BELIEVE SHE
CAN DO IT!" 255

HE THREW HIMSELF DOWN BY HER CHAIR, AND DREW
DOWN THE HANDS IN WHICH SHE HAD HIDDEN HER
FACE 276

IN PURSUIT OF PLEASURE

I.

"Ther hopped Hawkyn,
Ther daunsed Dawkyn,
Ther trumped Tomkyn...."

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