In Sight of St. Paul's — page 141: what you’re looking at

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136 THE PANTHER AT BAY, fore the fire, and, shading her face with her hand, gave herself up to reflection. Yes, it was best that she and Harry should part. In fact, it must be done. It was not that she had the slightest fear of anything Tom Chichester might do, but on account of the other—her husband. She knew that he was desperate, and that Harry was in real danger at his hands. Oh, why did the prison give him up? Why didn’t he die, or stay there forever ?”’ A noise at the window startled her, and she turned in affright. A man had climbed up the balcony, and was stand- ing just outside the window. Before Cynthia could call for aid; he had sprung forward and was by her side. With a spasm of fear, she recognized the white face and frenzied eyes of her legal lord and master. | ‘You!’ she gasped. ‘“Yes,’’ returned Burnsides, in a hollow voice, at wild gaze fixed gloatingly upon her beautiful face. ‘‘After you left, they threw me into the streets like a dog, and like a dog, I followed you.”’ _ Cynthia had risen to her feet, and was standing with one hand grasping the back of the chair. Her mind was in a tumult, and what to do she scarcely knew. But at all costs, he must be got rid of. Harry might be there at any moment. ' “‘T left a message for you,’’ she said. Gomicbooks m (E(0)