In Sight of St. Paul's — page 124: what you’re looking at

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THE ASPASIA CLUB. 119 "You know me, I see,’’ he said, at bast, in a hol- low voice. | “Yes, J know ‘you,’’ replied Cynthia, slowly; ‘‘what do you want?’ : “You!” reaching out his hand as if to draw her toward him. 3 But, with a shudder, Cynthia shrank from him. ‘‘Don’t touch me!”’ ‘“You forget I’m your husband!’’ returned Burn- sides, | | His voice was low, but there was a latent ferocity in it. ‘“My husband!’’ ejaculated the Panther, between her set teeth. ‘‘Ugh! I hate you! Why didn’t you die in prison, as I hoped, I prayed, you would ?”’ ‘Do you think such prayers as yours are ever an- swered? But, Ill tell you why I didn’t die, why for five years I fought for life in the jail you sent mie to. It was because, Heaven forgive me! I love you still!’ ‘“You love me!’ with a movement, part amaze- ment, part disgust. an “Ves! cried Burnsides, his excitement obtaining the mastery over him, and his voice rising above the music which rolled in from the ball-room. ‘You are mine! And I want you again! I will have you! Do you hear? To be with me always, always! I’m mad, they say! Well, you shall share my madness!?’ ) - “But you don’t know m Gomicbooks:.co