In Sight of St. Paul's — page 120: what you’re looking at

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THE ASPASIA CLUB. 115 while he refused to return, he was not too proud to accept the allowance which his doting father, after his first anger, offered him through Gillie Fletcher. Since then, he had lived a life of dissipation, his infatuation for Cynthia Dell increasing rather than diminishing. The Panther was a past mistress in the art of holding her lovers, and in this case her own heart, if she had one, was not a little interested. Harry to-night was in anything but a good temper. Cynthia had promised to meet him at the Aspasia, but, as yet, she had not put in an appearance. To while away the time he had endeavored to aiuse himself in the company of Beatrice Moreland, a rather dangerous experiment if he had but known it. For Beatrice’s somewhat fickle fancy had been cap- tivated by. his handsome face and youthful charm, and she had determined to dispute with the Panther the right to his possession. “Run away!’’ repeated Harry, in reply to Bea- trice’s suggestion. ‘‘Why should I?’’ Beatrice’s lips wreathed themselves in a smile, a smile which expressed far more than she would have either cared or dared to put into words. ‘Are vou not afraid ?’’ she asked. , ‘Afraid!’ repeated Harry, looking at her in sur- prise. ‘‘What should I be afraid of ?”’ ‘‘Oh,’? replied Beatrice, still smiling, but with an inward tremor. ‘Io do her justice, she was only afraid Gomicbooks