Her Faithful Knight — page 160: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XV. HOME AGAIN. About ten days later Dorothy paid a flying visit to Lon- don, and found the great city hot, dusty, and tired after a season of stinshine, brown leaves ready to drop off black- ened trees, rich Londoners intent upon their autumn plans for fresh dissipation and enjoyment, and improvident poor Londoners looking gleefully forward to, their annual week of high-priced comfort at the seaside. Lockhart Cottages looked smaller and meaner than ever as Dorothy Knight approached them. ‘The corner house was awaiting the process of “selling up,” and bills an- nouncing the fact were posted over the side wall and front gates of the little dwelling. As usual, there were a dozen or more little children in dirty pinafores playing, scream- ing and fighting in the broken piece of road before the houses. On the other side of the way the sweep’s good lady was gossiping with her next door neighbor, who took in mangling, while at the entrance to the adjoining mews which was the lair of a private omnibus, the driver and conductor stood beside the vehicle in conversation with some horsey friends discussing the odds on a forth- coming race. It was all very sordid and very mean seen through clouds of dust under the glaring sunlight. Living in them, with her mind constantly absorbed in other things, Dorothy had grown to lose sight of her ugly and depress- ing surroundings. But now, coming back to them after five weeks’ absence, she felt her heart sink within her at (EO liCelacye) “S (E(0)