In Sight of St. Paul's — page 146: what you’re looking at

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THE PANTHER AT BAY. _ 141 And then the response, in a voice which both of them recognized as that of Tom Chichester: ‘‘Good-night, constable!’ The Panther raised her hand in warning. ‘“Hush !”? Gridston, abandoning his search for a weapon, crept over to the window, and from behind the shel- ter of the curtains peered out upon the moon-lit grounds. ‘“The patrol,’’ he whispered, ‘‘and Chichester are watching in the gardens.”’ | Cynthia thought for a moment, and then a scheme of action occurring to her, said: “Bring him to my room!”? “Vour room!’’ repeated Gridston. ‘Ves,’ defiantly. ‘‘Why not? I am his wife.”? She advanced close to him, and added, grimly: ‘When shall I be his wzdow?”’ Eomicbooks ((0)