In Sight of St. Paul's — page 110: what you’re looking at

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THE ASPASIA CLUB, 105 her blonde beauty. Beatrice Moreland was. one of the best known and most admired among those mem- bers of the half-world who occupy villasin St. John’s Wood. She was followed by a tall, thin, rather cadaverous young man, who wore a somewhat bored expres- sion. And, indeed, Dennis Sheridan, an American, who had made his fortune and come to Europe to enjoy it, was beginning to get a little weary of the ceaseless round of gayety.and dissipation, and to turn his eyes longingly toward home. | ‘Some wine! Quick, my friend, or I shall faint!’ exclaimed Beatrice, rapidly and nervously, as, regard- less of the danger of crushing her superb dress, she flung herself down into one of the arm-chairs. Sheridan went to one of the doors and beckoned a gorgeously liveried footman who was passing witha salver bearing bottles and glasses. | Beatrice feverishly drank off at a draught the wine presented:-to her. After the footman had gone, Sheridan came and leaned over the back of her chair. “Vou’re not yourself to-night,’’? a touch of pity in the high-pitched tones of his voice. ‘Why don’t you go home?’ J But at this suggestion Beatrice stamped her foot impatiently. | cEomicbooks G (o |