In Sight of St. Paul's — page 143: what you’re looking at

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138 THE PANTHER AT BAY. ‘“Tell me quickly. You are hurting me! Let me go!” But the man, who was not much better than insane, driven so by his wrongs, only tightened his hold. ““T’ll spare you and him. on one condition,’’ he said, between his teeth, bringing his face close to hers. : : : “What is 1t?”’ Ute ‘‘Come back to me! Be my wife again!”’ ‘*Never!”? This answer robbed him of what little brains he had left. All went from him save one thought—re- verge. He caught the woman by the throat in a fierce grasp, but not before she had uttered another piercing shriek. She struggled wildly, but the Panther’s life would probably have ended then and there had not Gridston heard her cry for help and come to her rescue. Finding the door locked, he put his shoulder to it and burst it open. Then, as he saw what was taking place, he snatched up a chair, raised it high in the air, and brought it down with full force upon the head of Cynthia’s assailant. The deadly clutch of the fingers relaxed, and, with m Gomicbooks.co