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Portrait of Edgar Wallace Edgar Wallace Stamped in Gold — XI.—On Forbidden Ground (1919)

Speak, thou Pluto, Lord of the Netherworld, Patron of Fortune!”
The girl strained her ears but no sound came, and the silence was oppressive. Then unexpectedly came a voice—a hollow, booming voice, and it seemed to proceed from the statue itself.
“Oh, stranger, remember thy promise! Thou hast vowed before me and before Prosperine that thou wouldst give thy daughter to my chosen. The hour is at hand. Prosperity and happiness shall shine upon thee. There shall be a place at the table of the gods for thee, my servant.”
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Portrait of Edgar Wallace Edgar Wallace Stamped in Gold — XI.—On Forbidden Ground (1919)

George Bertram gazed at her in amazement. He was so astonished that his momentary spasm of anger was forgotten.
“Will you please explain yourself, José?”
She stood by the table, her hands resting on its polished surface, and looked down at him.
“Father,” she said quietly, “I do not wish to be flippant, but there is a saying that those whom the gods love die young. It is certain they die quickly.
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Portrait of Edgar Wallace Edgar Wallace Stamped in Gold — XI.—On Forbidden Ground (1919)

He laid his hand on her arm.
“By the dispensation of Pluto that money dissolves into the hands of those whom the gods favor, and who have most need,” he said, with rising enthusiasm. “Sometimes the money is given to the poorest of the poor; sometimes a message comes that it must go into the hands of the tenth man I meet after the clock strikes a certain hour. Sometimes it is shot to the heavens from a bow and falls wherever it listeth.”
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