In Sight of St. Paul's — page 225: what you’re looking at

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220 | WOMAN AGAINST WOMAN. The Panther uttered a loud cry and fell forward upon her face. Seeing what had happened, Beatrice, shocked into soberness, stood panic-stricken. From the others shrieks and ‘screams of horror rent the air, mingled with incoherent exclamations. “‘Let’s get away!” ‘“The police will be here!”’ “Ouick! quick!’ The yellow-haired girl and one or two of the others who were least overcome by the prevalent mad alarm, seized Beatrice, who was standing like a statue with her eyes fixed in a glassy stare upon the prostrate form of the woman she had accidentally wounded, perhaps killed. ‘‘Come away, Beattice! Come away! Save your- self. Quick!’ ‘“What have I done? What have I done?’’ was the moaning response. : ‘‘Come, will you ?”’ ‘‘She is dead! She is dead!”’ At this moment a distant police whistle was heard. The cries of the women had undoubtedly alarmed the watchman on his beat. Instantly there was a general stampede for the doors. It was each one for herself. The yellow-haired girl by main force dragged Bea- trice away. — GComicbooks rat 0) m