When London Sleeps — page 144: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

‘TWO WOMEN AND 4 MAN. - 139 you with an intensity so great that I could strike you where you stand!’?. And she partially raised one white arm as if to carry her threat into execution. Horrified, amazed, terrified, Queenie looked at her in a sort of fascination. ‘Don’t, don’t!’ she stammered. ‘‘You frighten me. What have I ever done to you?”’ Hilda Corrode laughed, a harsh, repellant laugh, in which there was no trace of mirth. “You can ask me that? What have you done? Taken from me the man I love, a wrong that no woinan ever forgot or forgave !”’ From behind the closed door of the room into which Queenie had glanced, now came the confused sound of a Bacchanalian chorus. Queenie was indistinctly conscious of it. But she gave itno thought. Her mind was occupied with only two things, to elucidate the mystery of Hilda’s words, and to find David. ‘The man you love!’’ she repeated. ‘‘There is some mistake, Hilda. I love no one but David En- oleheart. He is in this house, ill, perhaps dying. Ah! take me to him, and I will forgive your wild -words.’? Hilda smiled, and the smile struck a chill to the heart of the unhappy girl before her. ‘‘Poor simple dupe!’’ she sneered. ‘‘Look around you! Does this look like a hospital for the sick? Listen! Do you think thosé howling men and women care for the maimed and wounded ?”? ‘co =) icbooks.com .