Chapter 21
THE REBELLION OF DREXLEY "You think," Drexley said, his deep, bass voice trembling with barely-restrained passion, "that we are all your puppets--that you have but to touch the string and we dance to your tune. Leave young Jesson alone, Emily. He has been man enough to strike out a line for himself. Let him keep to it. Give him a chance." She shrugged her shoulders and smiled upon him sweetly. She always preferred Drexley in his less abject moods. "You have seen him lately, my friend?" she inquired. "He is well, I hope?" "Yes, he is well," Drexley answered, bitterly. "Living, like a sensible man, honestly by the labour of his brain, the friend and companion of men--not the sycophant of a woman. I envy him." She pointed lazily towards the door. "He was man enough to choose for himself
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