In Sight of St. Paul's — page 197: what you’re looking at

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192 | - BIRDS OF PREY. turns of the day, he left the room, and, shortly after- ward, the house. | “Good-night, Cynthia,’’ s&id Gridston, feeling ,himself dismissed. ‘‘’'ake care of your guests. And .remember,’’ with feverish impressiveness, ‘‘our lives depend upon two of them. Good- night. MY » ‘“*Good-night,’’ responded Cynthia, with a careless ‘nod of her queenly head. As Gridston disappeared, her eyes contracted: with a peculiar, sinister expression. “Vou put a high value on your own life, my friend,’’ she muttered, half aloud. And then, with a heavy sigh and a weary out-flinging of her bejeweled hands, she added: ‘‘For myself, I’m tired of it all!’ She moved slowly away to go to her guests, but was met on the threshold by her maid, Rose, who, as she caught sight of her mistress, exclaimed, in an agitated tone: : “If you please, ma’am, I’ve received a telegram from Amos, Captain Gridston’s servant, you know, ma’am.”’ Cynthia paused. One of her good points was that she was never rude to those she paid to serve her. ‘‘And your sweetheart,’’? she said, with a weary smile. ‘‘Well, what of it?? ‘“There’s something in it I thought you’d like to know. Read it, ma’am,’’ extending the yellow slip of paper. Gomichbooks