In Sight of St. Paul's — page 145: what you’re looking at

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_— 140 THE PANTHER AT BAY. “Nol? she murmured, bending upon him a look charged with significance. ‘‘Heis not dead—yez/”’ Gridston returned her look, and, hardened though he was, he shuddered at what he read in those sav- age, gleaming eyes. ‘““My God! I understand.”’ The Panther smiled, a horrible smile. ‘“You understand ??’ ““Ves,’’ faltered Gridston, trembling in spite of himself, ‘‘and if—and i1f——”’ ’? She did not finish her sentence, but “Tf you pointed toward the prostrate form of Burnsides with a gesture that was far more expressive than any words. ‘‘Why, then, I’ll give up Harry Chichester, and——’’. She held out her hand to Gridston, and he caught it with a cry. ‘You swear it?” > ‘*T swear it!’ el dedoatl? _ He dropped her hand, wiped the perspiration from his brow, gave a glance at Burnsides’ body, and then turned to the shield upon which the various weapons were arranged. ; But, before he could detach one of them, through the window which Burnsides had left open came faintly, yet distinctly, the words: ‘All right, sir, I understand, Geood-night.”? Eomicbooks (E(0) m