Henry C. Rowland,
Silverside — Part 1
(1912)
“ What are you? What is anything ... after what I have wrought and suffered? Fairfax is dead ... by these two hands, and for days my greatest dread was lest his malady might cheat me of what was mine. But God was good to me, and he has gone to hell, his gold hung round his neck to sink him to the uttermost depths. Therese does not need his money; Berdou can provide for her when I am gone.” He fell forward across the table, burying his forehead in his arm. I waited in silence. Presently Silverside roused himself. “It was not my intention to defraud Von Bulow,” said he. ”
