In Sight of St. Paul's — page 207: what you’re looking at

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202 THE PANTHER’S BIRTHDAY. ‘“‘Refuses!’’ angrily. ‘‘She must come! I insist!’ ‘“Better not, perhaps,’’ warned Beatrice. ‘“‘T insist !’?? repeated Cynthia, imperiously. ‘‘Go, some of you, and bring her here.’’ Half a dozen of the women ran from the room. Beatrice said nothing more. She knew that it would be useless, but she made up her mind to _be- friend the girl if she could. | Aileen Millar had passed a most miserable two hours, cooped up as she was in the study. She had _ driven to this house with Treacher, half afraid, half confident. T’om’s danger blinded her to almost any other consideration. But, after she was inclosed in the study with Treacher, and the rascally lawyer had made her the proposition which he did, she under- stood that she had been trapped, and she refused his propositions with the scorn that they deserved. But when Treacher left the room and locked the door behind him she knew, with a shiver of horror, that she had been tricked and that she was a prisoner. She flew to the windows, but there was no escape there. ‘The gardens below loomed darkly before her, and to attempt to leap from the windows meant probable, if not certain, death. } What should she do? She flung herself down in a chair and buried her face in her hands. ‘The spidér had ingeniously invited the fly into the web, and the _fly had ingenuously accepted the invitation. Gomicbooks: Go m