In Sight of St. Paul's — page 195: what you’re looking at

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190 BIRDS OF PREY. he had no love for his principal, and he could not but enjoy the suspense which he knew he was under- going. ‘“‘Cynthia!’’ exclaimed Gridston, piteously. peel me what you mean!”’ ‘Why, don’t you understand ’’’ she returned, with a sneer that was absolutely and intentionally insult- ing. ‘‘Do you think I need material weapons to . quiet him? I told him I was guilty, I,’’ with a cer- tain self-contempt which she really felt and the out- watd expression of which she could not wholly re- press, ‘‘I, the woman he is still fool enough to love. I, his wife! Do you understand now ??? Gridston breathed a deep sigh of relief. He did understand, and recognized fully what a stroke of genius such a declaration was. Burnsides would never accuse this woman whom he adored, evil star though she had been of his life. And, more than all, this removed the one witness whom Gridston feared, most effectually closing his mouth. ‘‘Upon my word,’’ he exclaimed, with undisguised admiration, ‘‘Cynthia, you are a female Macchi- avelli!”” | The Panther shhiberd her white shoulders. His compliments or his censures were alike indifferent to her. ‘“Perhaps,’’ she said, scornfully. ‘‘Now go!”? Eomicbooks:;co m