In Sight of St. Paul's — page 222: what you’re looking at

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WOMAN AGAINST WOMAN, 217 grew instinct with strength and pride, which was, however, destined, alas! to be but short-lived. ‘““But——’?’ she began. ‘Silence!’ interrupted Cynthia, her eyes glitter- ing with a still more sinister and savage meaning from under the heavy, black-fringed lids. ‘‘Silence! And hear me out! Ihate you! Have always hated you! But Ido not blame you in this! You fight for the love you have, but I, also—TI shall fight for the love I have lost!’’ In the intensity of her feeling she struck her hand heavily upon the table, making the presents dance. ‘*‘What, will you do for that love? Tell me, will you risk your life for it? JZ wzll mine!’ As she spoke, mad with ungovernable passion, she snatched up, with a stifled cry, the pistols with which Beatrice had presented her, ‘See! see!?? she cried. ‘‘Here are the means! We will decide this as men decide their quarrels. Take one! ‘They are loaded! ‘Take one, I say, take one!”’ She tried to force one of the pistols into Aileen’s hand, but the latter, now thoroughly frightened, shrank back in dismay. All her new-born courage deserted her. Her face grew suddenly white as death. A sickly feeling of faintness overpowered her, and she pressed one hand to her heart unconsciously. ‘No! no!’ she faltered, through ashen lips. ‘‘ You are wicked !”’ But all the worst side of the Panther’s nature was Gomicbooksico m