In Sight of St. Paul's — page 123: what you’re looking at

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118 THE ASPASIA CLUB. The Panther wrested her eyes from the figure which had so alarmed her, and turned them wildly upon Harry. “Do what I tell you!’ she exclaimed, with sup- pressed passion. ‘‘Don’t stand staring at me! Do what I ask you! Go!” Harry stood bewildered for a moment, and then, with a puzzled expression, obeyed. As he left the room, Gridston pointed after him, at the same time whispering a word or two in Burnsides’ ear. Beatrice gave Cynthia one long, curious look, and then, with a shrug of her white shoulders, returned to the ball-room. No sooner was Cynthia alone than the two men entered the room. Gridston went out on the veranda, where he stood, eagerly watching the scene, while Burnsides came slowly down to his wife’s side. The ex-convict was a man of pethaps forty, but prematurely aged. His face was haggard, and his eyes wild and staring. Cynthia, without moving, awaited his approach. She had now recovered from her first fright, and, with her usual courage, was prepared to await the development of events. Burnsides reached her side, and paused with his eyes upon her face. | Eomicbooks (E(0)