In Sight of St. Paul's — page 241: what you’re looking at

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936 ATONEMENT. Burnsides leaned over her, all his unconquerable love for her welling up in his heart. ‘‘T love my wife,’’ he said, with infinite, uncon- scious pathos. ‘‘Is that enough?” A suspicious moisture gathered in the Panther’s eyes. She raised her arms and drew his head down upon her breast. In that moment all was forgiven. * * * x * *k > * ““May I come in ?”’ Cynthia raised her head. Her husband had been gone now some quarter of an hour. She had sent him away from her, promising © that he should see her to-morrow. But to-morrow, would she see hint? Ah! of that she had said nothing. It was Aileen Millar who had asked permission to enter. Without waiting for any answer, the young girl crossed the room and knelt down by Cynthia’s side. ‘Are you better to-night?’ she asked, gently. ‘‘Better than I have ever been,’’ was the reply, the great dark eyes bent yearningly, even tenderly, upon the sweet face before them, ‘‘since you saved my life by your nursing.’? ‘‘Don’t speak of that!’ “T must. Believe me, I am not ungrateful, as you will find ?”’ ss (E(0) m Gomicboo