In Sight of St. Paul's — page 21: what you’re looking at

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16 A DANGEROUS BEAUTY. But with an effort, she flung all this aside, and, uprearing her head, looked once more into the ardent face of the young man who was bending over her. ‘‘Do not be too sure!’’ she proclaimed, with a cer- tain bravado. ‘‘You know what they call me? Eh?” ‘Ves,’? replied Harry, with a gesture of disbelief. “The Panther!’ But you do not——”’ Cynthia Dell started to her feet, her black and golden draperies swaying about her. For once an in- pulse to tell the plain, unvarnished, even ugly, truth took possession of her, an impulse which was irre- sistible in its intensity. “You are wrong!’’ she cried, fiercely, her dark eyes gleaming and glowing like coals of fire. ‘‘You are wrong! Idodeserve it! For, like the creature they name me after, I can be loving and grateful to those who treat me well! But once deceived, once tricked, or cheated of my own, my velvet paw be- comes a clutch of steel! I caress no longer! I strike !’? And she raised her hand, the fingers open like a claw, her figure poised like some gorgeous black and yellow striped, wild animal, ready to pounce upon its prey. Harry started ‘back in horror, and then, his whole mad love rushing back upon him, he caught her hands in his and drew her toward him. “Oynthia!”? Eomicbooks (E(0) m