In Sight of St. Paul's — page 232: what you’re looking at

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ATONEMENT, 227 well. But the other, the one here,’’ placing her hand upon her heart, ‘‘nothing can cure.’’ ‘“How good of you to say it was an accident!?’ re- plied Beatrice, with genuine gratitude. ‘Bah! my dear,” retorted the Panther, with a dash of her old fire. ‘‘Think of the nuisance of the police court!’ ‘‘It was good of you, nevertheless. ’’ Cynthia raised her eyes, those eyes which were still as magnificent as ever, and gave her companion one keen, scrutinizing look. ‘Beatrice,’’ she said, slowly, ‘‘come closer. I have something to say to you.”’ Beatrice knelt down by her side. ‘‘T am going to die!’* ““Cynthia! No! you are better!”’ ‘Hush! Better or not, Iam going to die!’’ was the answer, in a tone that filled her listener with vague horror and foreboding. ‘‘What is there to live for now? ‘The only one I love is dead, and I am for- gotten. My beauty is gone, my worshipers have deserted me, and another sits upon my throne.”’ “And all through me!’ said Beatrice, sobbing. ‘‘T wish I could make amends. ”’ “Vou can!’’ ejaculated Cynthia, with sudden de- termination. She raised herself slowly to her feet and dragged m GEomicbooks (e(e)