In Sight of St. Paul's — page 212: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

THE PANTHER’S BIRTHDAY. 207 ‘‘Be careful! You are in astrange company. Do you not tremble for your good self ?’’ ‘"No! Why should I? I dread you, I loathe you, I pity you, but,’’ bravely, ‘‘I’m not afraid of you.’ ‘“Bravo!’’ cried Beatrice, with an irrepressible im- pulse of admiration. ‘Don’t you interfere!’ ejaculated the Panther, turning frenziedly upon her. Beatrice, dismayed, shrank back. Then, with a shrug of her shoulders, in a careless- ness far more assumed than real, she hummed a tune from one of the comic operas then in vogue. ‘“Now for the last time,’’ said Cynthia, to the girl, who, pale but determined, faced her without flinch- ing. ‘‘Have you changed your mind?” “No!” flinging back her head proudly. ‘‘Nothing will ever change it!’ ‘“We shall see!’ retorted the Panther, grimly. Then she turned to her friends, who had been listening to this war of words with fascinated atten- tion. ‘““Give me a glass!”’ A dozen were extended to her. She took one and advanced toward Aileen threaten- ingly. ‘“Now!”? ‘““Keep back!’’ cried the girl, all her blood on fire (EO) m comichbooks