Francis Stevens, Behind The Curtain (1918)
“ Every one, they say, has a streak of incipient madness. I recalled the frenzied act to which my dream jealousy had driven me. Perhaps it was a warning, the dream. What if my father's jealous blood should some day betray me, drive me to the insane destruction of her I held most dear and sacred.I shuddered, then smiled at the swaying curtain. Beatrice was too beautiful for safety. She should have her freedom.Let her mate with Ralph Quentin or whom she would, Ta-Nezem must rest secure in her gilded house of death. ”
