In Sight of St. Paul's — page 20: what you’re looking at

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A DANGEROUS BEAUTY. 15 Cynthia raised one white, jeweled hand depre- catingly. ‘“Hush! hush!’ she interrupted, gently. ‘‘My boy, be prudent! But,’’ witha flash from her splendid dark eyes, which made poor Harry’s heart beat high with happiness, ‘‘you are forgiven.’’ Harry caught her hand, and pressed it passionately to his lips. ‘“But be careful,’’ continued Mrs. Dell, after a mo- ment’s pause, and with an ominous tightening of her crimson lips. ‘‘Do not provoke me too far, or my love may turn to hate!’’ How well she knew herself! In that respect, she was certainly an apt disciple of old Socrates, though scarcely perhaps in the sense the philosopher meant when he enunciated his famous advice. ‘‘And if it does—beware!”’ ‘““T don’t fear you, Cynthia,’’ replied Harry, with the abject confidence every youthful lover feels. “Vou could never be anything but good. and beauti- ful in my eyes.’’ For a moment, Mrs. Dell was silent. Her head was lowered just a little, and the rich color in her cheeks erew a trifle fainter. She was thinking to herself if this new, strange feeling which was stirring her bosom with a strength she could not overcome had only come to her earlierin life, before she had become so hardened and skeptical, what a different woman she might have been! EGomicbooks: co m