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"
If
they
are
they
wo
n't
mind
!
"
replied
the
man
next
to
her
with
a
smothered
laugh
--
"
Those
sort
of
writers
would
merely
take
it
as
a
first-class
advertisement
!
"
Sibyl
looked
at
the
tableau
with
a
pale
face
and
wistful
eyes
.
"
That
is
a
true
picture
!
"
she
said
under
her
breath
--
"
Geoffrey
,
it
is
painfully
true
!
"
I
made
no
answer
--
I
thought
I
knew
to
what
she
alluded
;
but
alas
!
--
I
did
not
know
how
deeply
the
'
seeds
of
corruption
'
had
been
sown
in
her
own
nature
,
or
what
a
harvest
they
would
bring
forth
.
The
curtain
closed
--
to
open
again
almost
immediately
on
"
His
Latest
Purchase
.
"
Here
we
were
shown
the
interior
of
a
luxurious
modern
drawing-room
,
where
about
eight
or
ten
men
were
assembled
,
in
fashionable
evening-dress
.
They
had
evidently
just
risen
from
a
card-table
--
and
one
of
them
,
a
dissipated
looking
brute
,
with
a
wicked
smile
of
mingled
satire
and
triumph
on
his
face
was
pointing
to
his
'
purchase
,
'
--
a
beautiful
woman
.
She
was
clad
in
glistening
white
like
a
bride
--
but
she
was
bound
,
as
prisoners
are
bound
,
to
an
upright
column
,
on
which
the
grinning
head
of
a
marble
Silenus
leered
above
her
.
Her
hands
were
tied
tightly
together
--
with
chains
of
diamonds
;
her
waist
was
bound
--
with
thick
ropes
of
pearls
;
--
a
wide
collar
of
rubies
encircled
her
throat
;
--
and
from
bosom
to
feet
she
was
netted
about
and
tied
--
with
strings
of
gold
and
gems
.
Her
head
was
flung
back
defiantly
with
an
assumption
of
pride
and
scorn
--
her
eyes
alone
expressed
shame
,
self-contempt
,
and
despair
at
her
bondage
.
The
man
who
owned
this
white
slave
was
represented
,
by
his
attitude
,
as
cataloguing
and
appraising
her
'
points
'
for
the
approval
and
applause
of
his
comrades
,
whose
faces
variously
and
powerfully
expressed
the
differing
emotions
of
lust
,
cruelty
,
envy
,
callousness
,
derision
,
and
selfishness
,
more
admirably
than
the
most
gifted
painter
could
imagine
.
"
A
capital
type
of
most
fashionable
marriages
!
"
I
heard
some-one
say
.
"
Rather
!
"
another
voice
replied
--
"
The
orthodox
'
happy
couple
'
to
the
life
!
"
I
glanced
at
Sibyl
.
She
looked
pale
--
but
smiled
as
she
met
my
questioning
eyes
.
A
sense
of
consolation
crept
warmly
about
my
heart
as
I
remembered
that
now
,
she
had
,
as
she
told
me
'
learnt
to
love
,
'
--
and
that
therefore
her
marriage
with
me
was
no
longer
a
question
of
material
advantage
alone
.
She
was
not
my
'
purchase
,
'
--
she
was
my
love
,
my
saint
,
my
queen
!
--
or
so
I
chose
to
think
,
in
my
foolishness
and
vanity
!
The
last
tableau
of
all
was
now
to
come
--
"
Faith
and
Materialism
,
"
and
it
proved
to
be
the
most
startling
of
the
series
.
The
auditorium
was
gradually
darkened
--
and
the
dividing
curtain
disclosed
a
ravishingly
beautiful
scene
by
the
sea-shore
.
A
full
moon
cast
its
tranquil
glory
over
the
smooth
waters
,
and
--
rising
on
rainbow-wings
from
earth
towards
the
skies
,
one
of
the
loveliest
creatures
ever
dreamed
of
by
poet
or
painter
,
floated
angel-like
upwards
,
her
hands
holding
a
cluster
of
lilies
clasped
to
her
breast
--
her
lustrous
eyes
full
of
divine
joy
,
hope
,
and
love
.
Exquisite
music
was
heard
--
soft
voices
sang
in
the
distance
a
chorale
of
rejoicing
;
--
heaven
and
earth
,
sea
and
air
--
all
seemed
to
support
the
aspiring
Spirit
as
she
soared
higher
and
higher
,
in
ever-deepening
rapture
,
when
--
as
we
all
watched
that
aerial
flying
form
with
a
sense
of
the
keenest
delight
and
satisfaction
--
a
sudden
crash
of
thunder
sounded
--
the
scene
grew
dark
--
and
there
was
a
distant
roaring
of
angry
waters
.
The
light
of
the
moon
was
eclipsed
--
the
music
ceased
;
a
faint
lurid
glow
of
red
shone
at
first
dimly
,
then
more
vividly
--
and
'
Materialism
'
declared
itself
--
a
human
skeleton
,
bleached
white
and
grinning
ghastly
mirth
upon
us
all
!
While
we
yet
looked
,
the
skeleton
itself
dropped
to
pieces
--
and
one
long
twining
worm
lifted
its
slimy
length
from
the
wreck
of
bones
,
another
working
its
way
through
the
eye-holes
of
the
skull
.
Murmurs
of
genuine
horror
were
heard
in
the
auditorium
--
people
on
all
sides
rose
from
their
seats
--
one
man
in
particular
,
a
distinguished
professor
of
sciences
,
pushed
past
me
to
get
out
,
muttering
crossly
--
"
This
may
be
very
amusing
to
some
of
you
,
but
to
me
,
it
is
disgusting
!
"
