King in his work; or fail to use your influence to contradict the lies
you have already started about the character of Miss Andres; and I will
use the influence of my pen and the prestige of my name to put you before
the eyes of the world for what you are."
For a moment the woman looked at him, defiantly. Then, as she grasped the
full significance of what he had said, she slowly bowed her head.
Conrad Lagrange opened the door.
As she went out, the woman with the disfigured face started forward,
holding out her hands appealingly.
Mrs. Taine did not look back, but went quickly toward the big automobile
that was waiting in front of the house.
Chapter XLII
Aaron King's Success
The winter months were past.
Aaron King was sitting before his finished picture. The colors were still
fresh upon the canvas that, to-day, hangs in an honored place in one of
the great galleries of the world. To the last careful touch, the artist
had put into his painted message, the best he had to give. Back of every
line and brush-stroke there was the deep conviction of a worthy motive.
For an hour, he had been sitting there, before the easel, brush and
palette in hand, without touching the canvas.
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