In Sight of St. Paul's — page 193: what you’re looking at

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188 BIRDS OF PREY. “What is it? Be as quick as youcan. And leave the house. My guests_are arriving.’”’ Gridston came forward a little, his senses in a whirl at the beauty of this woman he had loved so long and so vainly; that is, so far as any return of his passion was concerned. | “You really insist on carrying out this whim of yours?’’ he asked, deprecatingly, knowing full well, however, that his influence was nil. ‘‘Certainly,’’ replied the Panther, with a cold smile that was anything but flattering to him, had Gridston known how to interpret it. ‘‘Yes, to-night is my birthday supper, and I'll not have a man in the place. I’ve an idea to be independent for once. Now go!”’ The last injunction was spoken with such sup- pressed force that Gridston could not but understand, and, loving her as he did, for a moment his temper got the best of him. He came close to her, and hissed in her ear: ‘‘Go, you say! Notaman here, eh? How about the man up stairs? The one who knows everything. Your husband—how about him ?’? But if he hoped to intimidate Cynthia Dell, to give her the name by which she was known, he certainly reckoned without his hostess. She flashed upon him one glance, surcharged with comicbooks