In Sight of St. Paul's — page 122: what you’re looking at

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THE ASPASIA CLUB. 117 Harry Chichester looked as he felt, decidedly un- comfortable. What can aman do when two women are on the verge of quarreling? In spite of the fact that Cynthia had now cast aside pretty effectually the cloak of respectability under which she had formerly masqueraded, Harry was as madly in love with her as ever, and was ready to abandon everything to his passion. If Cynthia was outwardly cool, Beatrice was not. With her face flushing hotly through its rouge, she was about to give vent to some stinging reply when, suddenly, Cynthia, who was facing the little door be- side the alcove, to which the others had their backs, turned deadly pale and staggered back a little with a faint cry of horror. Her face was set in firm, rigid lines, and asick sen- sation of fear passed through her, as she recognized, standing in the door-way, beside Gridston, the hag- gard features of the man she had hoped never to see again—her wronged husband, Fretly Burnsides. “What’s the matter?’ asked Harry, in alarm, leaping forward to her side. Cynthia’s hand sought her throat, as if to remove a clutch which seemed to be strangling her. ‘‘Nothing,’’ she said, with an effort, speaking in a hoarse, unnatural voice. ‘‘Leave me; see if the car- riage is here. Quickly! Go at once! go at once!’ “But, Cynthia,’’ protested Harry. Gomicbooks (E(0)