In Sight of St. Paul's — page 203: what you’re looking at

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198 THE PANTHER’S BIRTHDAY. iantly arrayed woman had rendered her rather un- popular with her associates, Beatrice had turned again to the Panther. ‘Oh, I was nearly forgetting,’’ she said, with a peculiar smile. ‘‘My dear girl, let me wish you many, many happy returns of this, your birthday supper. Pray accept my little present.”’ As she spoke she extended to Cynthia a small mahogany box. | ‘“Thanks, Beatrice, many thanks,’’ said the Pan- ther, graciously, taking the box and opening it. As her eyes rested upon the contents she could not repress a slight start. ‘*Pistols !? “*VYes, dear,’’ said Beatrice, sweetly, but with a malicious smile hovering about her lips. ‘‘I chose them becatse they are pretty to look at and may be useful. ”’ | ‘‘Ah, yes.’ | Beatrice glanced at her askance, and could not resist making the bitter speech which darted into her head. “You know, dear, you have so many enemies,’’ she said, slowly and with emphasis. But clever as she was, Beatrice Moreland was no match for the Panther in a duel of words, either with the foils on or off. Yes,’’ assented Cynthia, calmly, taking the pis- comicbooks. co