In Sight of St. Paul's — page 243: what you’re looking at

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238 | ATONEMENT, ness and nursing cannot save me. But you will be rewarded for it.” © She bent forward and reverently touched her sin- stained lips to the girl’s pure forehead; and a tear rolled down her cheek and rested like a diamond upon Aileen’s bright hair. In that moment Cynthia Dell, the Panther, was nearer being genuine and true than she had ever been in her life. | ‘“There!’’ sinking back again, and feebly motion- ing Aileen away, as if, even in that supreme moment, as she knew it to be, a little ashamed of her weak- ness. ‘‘There! Iam tired!’ ‘Shall I light the lamp ?’’ asked Aileen, rising. ‘‘No! I want to sleep! ‘To sleep!’’ she repeated, with an odd, pathetic wistfulness. ‘‘But if you would, sing what you sang to me yesterday. Good- night! Good-by! Don’t wake me. Remember, wait, and hope!”’ Aileen wént over in the gloaming fo a cottage piano which stood in one of the corners of the room, and shortly her sweet voice was raised in one of the loveliest of all melodies, ‘‘’T’she Land o’ the Leal!”? Cynthia listened for a moment, with a peculiar smile. Then, she touched the spring of the ring. ‘God forgive me all my sins!’ she murmured, almost inaudibly. Gomicbooks