In Sight of St. Paul's — page 142: what you’re looking at

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THE PANTHER AT BAY. 137 ‘“Yes, before throwing me out, one of the flunkeys gave it to me, telling me to come here to-morrow.”’ ‘“Why are you here now, then ?”’ ‘‘Because with me it has been to-morrow for five long years,’’ was the passionate answer. ‘‘I could not rest away from you.’’ He came a step closer to her, in his eyes a glitter almost like insanity. ‘“But you can’t stay here,’’ faltered GAithia una- ble to control the terrible fear she felt creeping over her. ‘Why not?’ fiercely. ‘‘Ah! Don’tanswer! I know why not. Your lover is in the house.”’ “No! no!’ cried Cynthia, quickly. ‘‘I swear it!”’ “But he’s coming here! You expect him! Tell me the truth!” : | With a loud cry, she made a rush for the door, but, anticipating some stich movement, Burnsides was too . quick for her. He leaped in front and locked the door. ‘Help!’ screamed Cynthia. Burnsides, with an oath, caught her and dragged her back into the middle of the room. — “Stop that!?? he commanded, threateningly. ‘‘I understand. You want to bring the police. But I'll not go back to prison! Ill die first! And so shall ») you, unless, unless ‘What!’ she panted, struggling to free herself. (Eo) mn Gomicbooks