Her Faithful Knight — page 172: what you’re looking at

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168 For Phyllis’ Sake. straight gaze of Aylmer Read’s brown eyes and in the deep, mellow sound of his voice had inspired in her a feel- ing of restful confidence. She knew that he had loved her at first sight, and that he had become an art student solely that he might be near her; and she remembered almost every word they had exchanged during that walk to- gether from the Grassmarket Theatre to Sloane street. _ All the Hon. Darcy Derrick’s protestations availed less with her than those few words spoken by Aylmer Read three months ago. “The chief wish of my life is to know you and become your friend.” ‘Love is the one thing which idealizes _ life and makes it worth living, and you will find it out ' some day.” “Only a woman can make a man happy, and only a man can make a woman happy.” Dorothy sighed as she recalled his words and tone, and turned impatiently upon her pillow. She had thought of Aylmer Read very often since they had parted, and always with a hope, which amounted to a conviction, that they would meet again. His was just the type she most admired and felt most needful to supplement her own. He was very brave and very firm, with strong feelings held in check by a reverent gentleness for women, and a keen sense of humor tempered by great kindliness toward all men. A big, broad, manly man, of sweet, even temper, and very slow to wrath—a man she could look up to, a man she could love. While, as to Darcy Derrick Truth to tell, Darcy Derrick’s personality affected her not at all; or, if at all, unpleasantly. Now and then even, she had been moved by his look or touch to sudden, unreasoning hate, for which she had afterward reproached herself. But Dorothy’s deepest feelings were not easily roused. In all the world she only truly loved one human being—her sister Phyllis. Her really great powers of Eomichbooks (C©)