In Sight of St. Paul's — page 211: what you’re looking at

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206 THE PANTHER’S BIRTHDAY ““Come!’’ ejaculated Cynthia, savagely, enraged at the thought that, though she held this girl’s body, she could not dominate her soul. ‘Drink, will you ?”’ Aileen’s great, blue eyes met the flashing, threaten - ing, black ones with calm defiance. ‘‘Never!?? The Panther sprang forward, and, in an access of fury, grasped her by the wrist, sending the wine flying in a golden shower. ‘What!’ she breathed from behjnd her clinched teeth. ‘You shall! You must! Leave this to me,”’ waving the others back, as they crowded forward. “You'll have to do it! My temper’s up! You under- stand! Come, Ill give you one more chance! Now, health and prosperity to us all!’ But Aileen’s glance never faltered. With her eyes. still fixed upon the countenance of the Panther, in- furiated and distorted with passion as it was, she an- swered, witlL calm deliberation: “fT'll die first!”’ As she spoke she flung the glass from her, and it shivered into a thousand pieces upon the floor. Cynthia started forward, her hands clinched as if to clutch the white throat of this girl who dared to defy her. But, with a powerful effort, she restrained herself, and said, in a voice terrible in its suggestion of sup- pressed savagery: Gomicbooks co