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- Herausgeber: BookThug
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Sprache: Englisch
Edward Robinson, a mere clerk, wins £500 in a competition; wondering what to invest in he finally buys a luxurious car. He goes out to the road, stops to contemplate the landscape and when he returns his car have been changed for one almost the same. His surprise is extraordinary when discovered that there is a diamond necklace in the glove compartment. Unintentionally, Edward is involved in a mafia adventure.
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Chapter 1
“With a swing of his mighty arms, Bill lifted her right off her feet, crushing her to his breast. With a deep sigh she yielded her lips in such a kiss as he had never dreamed of…
With a sigh, Mr Edward Robinson put down ‘When Love Is King’ and stared out of the window of the underground train. They were running through Stamford Brook. Edward Robinson was thinking about Bill. Bill was the real hundred per cent he-man beloved of lady novelists. Edward envied him his muscles, his rugged good looks, and his terrific passions. He picked up the book again and read the description of the proud Marchesa Bianca (she who had yielded her lips). So ravishing was her beauty, the intoxication of her was so great, that strong men went down before her like ninepins, faint and helpless with love.
“Of course,” said Edward to himself, “it’s all bosh, this sort of stuff. All bosh, it is. And yet, I wonder…
His eyes looked wistful. Was there such a thing as a world of romance and adventure somewhere? Where there women whose beauty intoxicated? Was there such a thing as love that devoured one like a flame?
“This is real life, this is,” said Edward. “I’ve got to go on the same just like all the other chaps.”
On the whole, he supposed, he ought to consider himself a lucky young man. He had an excellent berth - a clerkship in a flourishing concern. He had good health, no one dependent upon him, and he was engaged to Maud.
But the mere thought of Maud brought a shadow over his face. Though he would never have admitted it, he was afraid of Maud. He loved her - yes - he still remembered the thrill with which he had admired the back of her white neck rising out of the cheap four and eleven penny blouse on the first occasion they had met. He had sat behind her at the cinema, and the friend he was with had known her and had introduced them. No doubt about it, Maud was very superior. She was good-looking and clever and very ladylike, and she was always right about everything. The kind of girl, everyone said, who would make such an excellent wife.
Edward wondered whether the Marchesa Bianca would have made an excellent wife. Somehow, he doubted it. He couldn’t picture the voluptuous Bianca, with her red lips and her swaying form, tamely sewing on buttons, say, for the virile Bill. No, Bianca was Romance, and this was real life. He and Maud would be very happy together. She had so much common sense...
But all the same, he wished that she wasn’t quite so - well, sharp in manner. So prone to “jump upon him.”
It was, of course, her prudence and her common sense which made her do so.
