In Sight of St. Paul's — page 231: what you’re looking at

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226 ATONEMENT. fully rose ‘to her feet and leaned against the side of the window. The light of the setting sun fell full upon the eolden cross which stands, a sign of mercy, on the dome of St. Paul’s. For a brief moment Cynthia smiled, and then she shivered, and, as if blinded by the glory, hurriedly pulled the curtains in front of the window. Her effort brought on a fit of coughing. Weak and — exhausted, she leaned back against the wall, just as the door opened and a woman entered the room. She hurried toward Cynthia and gently and tender- ly helped her to her chair. Cynthia looked up with a faint smile. ‘‘Ah, Beatrice, is it you?” The last few weeks had wrought a change in Bea- trice Moreland as well. Her flashy attire was gone, to be replaced by garments of sober hue and make; and her face was guiltless of rouge and powder. ‘‘Are you no better?’’? she asked. anxiously, lean- ing over the invalid. “SVWes\-a little.” : ‘“How,’’ nervously, ‘Show is the wound ?”? ‘“The one you gave me?”’ Beatrice winced, but in an instant Cynthia touched her kindly on the arm to show that the speech had not been intended to give pain. ‘‘By accident, of course! Oh, that is well, quite m (ECON MIE eyo) <Sye( ee)