Her Faithful Knight — page 190: what you’re looking at

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186 The Blew Falls. of Lady Derrick’s maid, her white bonnet for a shady * straw hat, trimmed with white roses, which, with a long, fawn-colored dust cloak, took away the bridal appearance from her costume. On her return to the sitting-room, she found Darcy in a state of intense excitement and impatience to be gone. He hardly gave her time to say farewell to those as- sembled before, drawing her arm through his, he made her almost run down the hotel stairs and past the grinning and bowing waiters and hotel servants into the open car- riage which was waiting to take them to the station. Something very like a curse escaped his lips as a few grains of a well directed shower of rice trickled down his neck from the open window of his mother’s sitting~ room. | He had been biting his lips until they were cut through and mafked with blood. Dorothy noted this, and instinc- tively drew away from him. “We don’t get to Penzance until nearly seven o’clock,” he whispered, “and from here we have an uninterrupted run until we reach Liskeard at 4:32. So at last I shall have three-quarters of an hour in which to tell you I love you. -Oh, I am so sick of all the vulgar fuss and show and flummery, the publicity, the paganism, of a modern wedding! “Does it all jar upon you as upon me? It is so hope- lessly bourgeois and crude, this“ daylight dressing up before hordes of leering strangers! How much sweeter it would have been to tap at your window one night, and hold out my arms for you to come down into them and nestle against my heart, and then to steal away under — cover of the darkness to some quiet spot where no one knew us and we knew no one! Don’t you feel that, too, my Dorothy, my wife?” COMmiGcdoo SS} (S@)