J. D. Daskam

Summary

J. D. Daskam The Face of an Angel (1909)

Strickland looked curiously at the woman who had just spoken. He had gone to dancing-school with her and led the cotillion often with the prettiest bud of her season—once he had wanted to marry her. He fancied those violet eyes smiling into his over the pine table in his office, he fancied that ivory satin gown sweeping the floor of his one-storied house, twelve miles from a white man, and muttered scornfully to himself.
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J. D. Daskam The Face of an Angel (1909)

He was no prig, this Strickland, but he had learned hard the lesson that no man may with decency live simply to amuse himself; and, inspired to gain this lovely child's sympathy, he opened his heart to her as he had opened it to no one since the day he left his kind, two years before.
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J. D. Daskam The Face of an Angel (1909)

Strickland hunted up Mrs. Jack and tied her fluffy party-boots while she chattered. "That? Why, don't you know who that is? But then, if you will live with the untutored savage, you know! Why, I saw you talking with her as if you were great friends—you naughty! I don't know what her real name is—Flaurin or Flandrin, or something. But everybody calls her by her—her other name, La Cigale. She gets ridiculous salaries—hundreds a night, Jack says. What? Oh, songs and dances, of course. Awfully clever, too. I've never been—Bobby told Jack I mustn't.
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