In Sight of St. Paul's — page 19: what you’re looking at

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14 A DANGEROUS BEAUTY, Mrs. Dell gave him one long look, full of concen- trated meaning, and then she answered, slowly: ‘“Yes, once you did. I confess toit. But that love may have left you.’’ Harry started, almost as if he had been accused of a crime, and-his companion, noticing the movement, smiled to herself, satisfied. ‘Why should you think so?’’ tremulously cried the boy, for he was little more than a boy after all, but a boy very much in love, with that overwhelming, un- reasoning, absorbing passion which does not come to us after we reach the years of discretion. ‘‘Have I not risked everything that I should have valued most ?: ‘My name, my honor, even my liberty, for your sake? Oh!’ with a gesture half appealing, half despairing, ‘‘T’ve become a tool in Gridston’s hands, and said yes to things that before I met you I should have dreaded © even to think of. And now you accuse me of. not loving you! You are wrong, Cynthia! It’s a shame! It’s e Soinething very like a twinge of conscience passed through the woman’s breast as she listened to these words, and yet, even with much greater reason, re- morse hitherto had been a stranger to her. What will love not do? Surely the little naked boy, with his bow and arrows, has greater power than all the other divinities of Olympus put together. cS (Eo) m | comicboo