In Sight of St. Paul's — page 125: what you’re looking at

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120 ‘THE ASPASIA CLUB. | “T know everything. The life you’re leading. The man you’ve led it with, the man who plotted with you to send me to prison, the man I saw, with you just now! Zhe man I am going to kill!”’ In spite of herself, Cynthia uttered a shriek of hor- ror, a shriek which caused the musicians to drop their: instruments and the dancers to come hurrying in alarm to the door of the drawing-room. 1 “No! no!’’? she screamed, frantically. ‘*You are wrong! Listen tome! You must!. You are wrong! wrong !’? ; But Burnsides, with a terrible light in his blood- shot eyes, caught her by the wrist and twisted her about. “Tm right!’ he cried, pointing to the door-way, where stood Harry Chichester, who had just pushed his way through the crowd, ‘‘and there he stands!”’ White with rage at the sight of Cynthia in this stranger’s grasp, Harry strode forward with clinched fist. ‘‘Let go that lady!’ he cried. ‘“‘Let her go, I say! Cynthia, what does the brute want ?’’ Burnsides dropped his wife’s arm, and turned upon the young man with a snarl like a wild beast. “The brute wants his wife!’’ he yelled. (E(0) m Gomicbooks