In Sight of St. Paul's — page 15: what you’re looking at

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10 A DANGEROUS BEAUTY. To crown all, the broad flat roof had been con- verted into a very bower of beauty, with myriads of colored lights, Chinese pagodas, rich rugs, and loung- ing chairs of every description. The view from here was superb, overlooking the inagnificent city of London, with the dome of St. Paul’s, that masterpiece of Sir Christopher Wren, looming up grandly over all. Here, about ten o’clock in the evening, we shall find the hero of all this gorgeous display. Harry Chichester was a fine-looking young fellow, with a muscular figure, which showed that he had not neglected athletic sports at Oxford, from which he had just been graduated. ‘There was a certain weakness, however, about the mouth and chin which, to a student of Lavater, would have marred his good looks. He was not alone upon the roof. With him was a woman of really marvelous beauty. She was tall, lithe, and dark, with hair as black and glossy as a raven’s wing, great, velvety, midnight eyes, that at times could flash and glitter curiously, and a clear olive complexion. When she walked, it was with an insinuating glide that reminded one irresistibly of some soft-footed denizen of a virgin forest. Her dress was an extraordinary combination of black and yellow, and upon her beautiful neck and in GComicbooks:. co a