In Sight of St. Paul's — page 192: what you’re looking at

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BIRDS OF PREY. 187 She was magnificently gowned inarobe of pale pink satin, heavily embroidered, with a train of a deeper shade, brocaded in gold and silver. Upon the masses of her silky black hair rested a tiara of diamonds and rubies, and upon her neck and ‘arms and from a girdle which she wore about her waist, flashed gems worthy of a prince’s ransom. And no one knew better how to carry off all this gorgeousness than the Panther. She wore her bro- cade and jewels with the grace and haughty disdain of an empress. She was a trifle thinner than she had been, per- haps, her cheek glowed with a brighter carmine and her beautiful eyes flashed with a more gleaming fire. Her movements were also a little more rapid, a little iore nervous than before, but quite as graceful, with all the grace of a lithe, lissome ranger of the virgin forests. As her eyes met those of Gridston the heavy lids drooped disdainfully, vailing the somnolent fires be- low. She had always, except just at first, felt more or less of a contempt for the man, but of late there had been times when she positively hated him. Still, partly from the force of habit, partly for the reason that he was still useful to her, she had not broken with him yet. ‘Rose told me you taaten me,’’ she said, curtly. aA ‘Comichooks. co