Her Faithful Knight — page 203: what you’re looking at

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The Honeymoon Journey. 199 had changed, and instead of innocent English fairness it was the dangerous beauty of a pythoness that lurked in her clenched teeth, white cheeks and burning eyes. “You lovely demon!” he whispered with an unpleasant laugh. “Do you suppose that you can frighten me? . I was never afraid of a woman yet, and I am your husband.” As the words passed his lips by an agile spring for- ward he seized the hanging strap of the open window and drew the door to. But before he could turn the handle Dorothy’s fingers closed upon it, as she strove with both hands to force the door open. For a few seconds they struggled i in silenee; then, sud- denly releasing her hands, which still clung to the door handle, Darcy clasped his arms round her waist with a trumphant laugh. “You little fool!” he said in her ear. “You don’t sup- pose I am going to let you give me the slip now!” Without attempting to resist, she let him disengage her hands and draw them up round his neck; the door was still unfastened, and she knew quite well what she meant todo. She saw his face, flushed and excited, come nearer © and nearer to hers;-she felt his panting breath upon her face, and saw that over-red mouth she so hated bend close over her own; then, with all her force, she suddenly swung round, changing places with him, so aes he and not she was against the door. He divined her intention, and reached forward with a muttered oath, as though he meant to strike her. Again she flung him from her, and this time he slipped, missed his footing, fell back against the open door, and with a quick cry threw up his hands and was hurled backward from the moving train. Dorothy drew a long breath and sat down, pressing her hand against her heart, which had almost ceased to beat in the intensity of her excitement. She experienced no Eomicboo —_ “S (<(@) ‘, * ; ' * 70 i's Dar 74. oe