In Sight of St. Paul's — page 136: what you’re looking at

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THE PANTHER AT BAY. 131 just a little touched. He sternly crushed back the feeling, however, and said, calmly: : “When can I see him, and where?’’ ‘“Here, of course. ‘To-morrow evening.”’ ‘‘T can rely on this?”? ‘“How suspicious you are! Can’t you trust me?”’ ‘IT must,’’ responded Tom, sighing. ‘‘I cannot help myself. ‘To-morrow evening, then, I shall be here to meét Harry. If Idon’t,’’ once more becoming suspicious and therefore threatening, ‘‘I shall be com- pelled to take other steps. ”’ He moved away toward the door, but, to his sur- prise, his departure was barred by Captain Gridston, who had not lost sight of him throughout the inter- view, and who thought the time had now come to interfere. ‘‘And what are the other steps, pray?’’ he asked, with an ugly scowl. ‘’That is my business,’’ replied Tom, curtly. “And mine! What you say implies a threat toward this lady. Ill not allow it!”’ Tom’s face grew dark. This was a different matter entirely. This was no longer man against woman, but man against man; and he certainly had no desire to show either courtesy or compassion to Captain Gridston. “T can take care of myself,’’ he said, drawing him- self up and looking the other full in the face. Comiecboo “S (ee) m