In Sight of St. Paul's — page 240: what you’re looking at

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ATONEMENT. 935 ‘‘Nothing!’’ she interrupted, imperiously. ‘‘To- morrow you will have no wife!’’ Burnsides started. With quivering lips he at- tempted to speak, but his wife checked him with a gesture. ‘Tt is true! ‘That wound, you know, I feel it now, always!’’ With a weakness, half assumed, half real, she sank down upon the couch. ‘‘Let me get help!’ exclaimed Burnsides, in alarm. ‘‘No! no!’ she answered, thrusting her hand in her bosom and drawing forth the paper which she ~ and Beatrice had both signed. ‘‘Here is the confes- sion of everything. ‘To-morrow you will carry it to — the court and save him. Takeit! Takeit!’? Burn- sides took the paper. ‘‘But remember, you are not to use it until to-morrow. You are to say nothing until Iam at rest! Promise me!”’ ‘‘T promise. ’”? With a deep sigh, Cynthia sank back, her fictitious strength exhausted. -“Vou’ll keep your word, I know,’’ she murmured, faintly. ‘‘And, Fretly, before you go, can you for- give me for the shame I have brought upon you, for the life I have spoiled ?”’ Surely never before had the haughty Panther spoken in so humble, so appealing a tone. ~~ m _Gomicbooks.¢co