In Sight of St. Paul's — page 144: what you’re looking at

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THE PANTHER AT BAY. 139 a groan, Burnsides fell forward, senseless, upon his face. White and exhausted, the Panther reeled back against the table. ‘‘Who is it?’’ asked Gridston, in a whisper. Unable to speak, Cynthia motioned to him to look for himself. " Gridston advanced to the side of the tnconscious body, knelt down, and turned it over. ‘*Burnsides!”? Cynthia, still gasping, leaned forward, with a look of savage longing upon her pale face. ‘‘Ts—is he dead ?’’ she asked, with difficulty. “T think not,’’ replied Gridston. ‘*Wait!’’ And once again he leaned over the body. “Well?” ‘Not dead! He still breathes!’’ The Panther struck her hands together in bitter disappointment. ‘What shall we do?”’ ‘(Weve nothing to fear,’’ replied Gridston, rising. ‘Fe came like a thief. Better send for the police at once.’’ As he spoke, he moved away to touch the electric bell. But Cynthia sprang forward and caught his ex- tended hand. (E(0) Gomicbooks