In Sight of St. Paul's — page 234: what you’re looking at

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ATONEMENT. 999 ‘‘No! no!’? she declared, with peremptory decision. ““Tll not touch them, Cynthia!’’ The matter was not pressed. As you will,’’ replied Cynthia, indifferently, re- placing the box and sinking down wearily upon a couch which stood near. ‘‘Good-by, Beatrice.”’ ‘“Good-by, Cynthia,’’ her eyes filling with tears. ‘‘Tam going away. I lead a life like my past no longer. The sin of London stifles me, and I long for a sight of the flowers. ‘To-morrow I start for Devon to see if my mother is still alive. When you are better, for you will not die,’’ with a confidence she did not inwardly feel, ‘‘write and say you’ll come to ie. We’ll be so happy together!”’ ‘““Tt is very good of you,’’ replied Cynthia, gently, almost affectionately. ‘‘I hope you will find your mother. But—we shall never meet again. Good-by.’’ ‘“‘Cood-by! Iam forgiven ?”’ “Ves! yes!’ : ; Beatrice stooped over and kissed the poor, white face. ‘Then, with a choking at her throat and a mist before her eyes, she hurried from the room. The Panther—although it seems unkind to call her the Panther now, so softetied had she become— lay back upon the lounge for a time, staring at the firelight. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she drew ating from her finger. It was a ring that had been m Ecomicbooks: co