In his POWER
The sound of a woman's voice
She was pleading, "Don't do this! Lucien Delano, don't do this to me!"
And then, raising her voice a trifle, she cried, shrilly,
‘Delano, are you listening to me? I said you can’t do this to me!!!’
I shrank back trying to hide as the man whom she was clinging to, replied coldly,
" I think you should leave before this becomes ugly."
He turned and the light from the room fell on his chiseled profile, carved in granite. The strong jaw that I had kissed so feverishly, the crooked nose, and the mouth now turned down in contempt and displeasure as he turned away from the woman who was standing, stock still, dressed in a beautiful sea-green gown that clung to her slender hips. I imagined that I could make out the deep cleft in his strong chin.
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