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Prisoners of Chance

CHAPTER XXV
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Nor have my most fervent prayers availed to drive them hence, or ease the prickings of the spirit.

'T is as if the ear of the Lord had been turned aside from the supplications of His servant; yea, verily, as if the vials of His wrath were being poured forth upon my head, because, in a moment of weakness, I yielded to the machinations of that scarlet woman." "Have you again seen her ?" I questioned anxiously, as he paused for breath.
"Seen her!--the accursed of God, the moral leper who rules this foul nest?
Ay; I have, and may the Lord forgive my ever casting eyes upon such a shameless creature.

'T was she who brought me this disgrace.
She stood by with mocking smile, bidding her savage minions bind me fast.

She is the chief imp of Satan in spite of her fair face, and shall yet be stricken low by the avenging arm of the Almighty.

'Tis no gleam of mercy cometh to me from her taunts, nor in the harlot blood flowing through her veins.


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