and the Romantica let her pen run on, glorifying a family in whose bosom she fancied she had been born.
From time to time were enclosed with Elena's effusions brief, crisp notes directed to Desnoyers.

The brother-in-law continued giving an account of his operations the same as when living on the ranch under his protection.

But with this deference was now mixed a badly concealed pride, an evident desire to retaliate for his times of voluntary humiliation.

Everything that he was doing was grand and glorious.

He had invested his millions in the industrial enterprises of modern Germany.
He was stockholder of munition factories as big as towns, and of navigation companies launching a ship every half year.