The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 351: what you’re looking at

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320 REYNOLDS’ WORKS somewhat nervously around the room, and speaking in the half-hushed voice which denoted a certain inward appalled feeling, “I don’t like that affair of the cat. There was something superstitious in it. It was the animal’s instinct.” ‘Now, will you have done?’’ demanded Bab Smedley, turning with sudden fierceness around upon her husband, but her own face was as ghastly pale as his was, and as their eyes met he saw that she was under the same superstitious terror as that which was awing and appalling his own soul. CORNICLOO© “S$ (E©)