Jackson Gregory

“ I, Tom Reagan, whom men call King Reagan, I, who have never in my life looked twice at a woman; I, who am no callow boy, but a man full grown with an undivided mind; I, who have always stood alone, solitary and master of my own destiny—I love you.”
The color came back into Marvella's cheeks now slowly, warmly, like a pinking sky in the dawn. Here, it seemed to her, was the old, familiar weapon thrust into her hands, even without her seeking. When a man gave into her keeping his heart he set his neck under her cruel little heels. ”

“ AT THE CROSSROADS. SLOWLY Marvella's hand fell away from the blood-red jewel, leaving it gleaming upon her white forehead. For Marvella must have known that it was not chance which had brought King Reagan quietly into the room at so inopportune a moment, just when the door had closed upon the departure of Stephen Carrington. Marvella must have realized that Reagan, choosing this instant for his own entrance, had watched for her meeting with the young millionaire and had seen all that had occurred. ”

“ Opened on the table before them, the two cases exposed an array of jewels which would have brought a cry of amazement from many a man to whom diamonds and rubies, pearls and emeralds were a part of the day's work. ”