That is my solemn word, Gloria Gaynor.

If he fell from that heightif he were killedwhat then would be the fate of Gloria Gaynor!

But she was, after all, Ben Gaynor's daughter and, furthermore, the apple of Ben's eye.

So much must have been plain to King from that "Stand aside, please," which Miss Gloria Gaynor of last week might have addressed to a porter, were it not that just now King's thought was not bended to trifles.

Enough to help Ben Gaynor over a crisis; enough raw gold to slam down before some San Francisco capitalist, together with a tale which would make any man eager to stake the owner to what loan he asked.

"It's a big breathing spell for Ben Gaynor."

And what would Mark King say to Ben Gaynor, even if he brought back much raw red gold, if it had cost the life of Ben Gaynor's daughter?

And what would Mark King say to Ben Gaynor, even if he brought back much raw red gold, if it had cost the life of Ben Gaynor's daughter?

As Ben Gaynor's daughter, never as his own beloved wife, she had become his responsibility.

Not because you are anything to me, but just because you are Ben Gaynor's, and he is my friend.

She, Gloria Gaynor, to have her bedding ripped off her, to be commanded to do a man's biddingand to be whipped!

"It's youGloria Gaynor!"

He had always coveted her; it took much to stir his pale blood, and only the superb beauty of Gloria Gaynor had ever fully done so.

Remember that, though we are alone, and in the mountains, I am the same Gloria Gaynor that you have known.

That's Ben Gaynor's girl, the one Gratton wanted to marry, the one King took away from him.

Ben Gaynor's girl, you say?

Andand it would be very nice of you to show usMiss Gaynor."

" It was as though he prided himself on the fact that he alone knew her for Gaynor's daughter, and from it derived a sort of ownership of her; for while the others had never caught a glimpse of her until now, he had filled his eyes with her before.

"What sort is she, Steve?" "She come up to Gaynor's place along with Gratton," answered Jarrold as though he knew all about her.

BLAKE, DOROTHY GAYNOR, ed.

SEE Blake, Dorothy Gaynor. EMMET, HELEN D. An Indictment of prohibition.

Frank Gaynor.

BLAKE, DOROTHY GAYNOR. When notes go skipping, we skip where they go.

Dorothy Gaynor Blake (A); 9Dec63; R327491. When notes go walking, they step in a row.

Dorothy Gaynor Blake (A); 4Nov63; R325031. BLAKE, GEORGE.