Her Faithful Knight — page 206: what you’re looking at

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202 The Honeymoon Journey. train. Yet a touch of nervous apprehension made her start and shiver when she heard the rumble of the distant wheels. She was traveling third class now. Her white dress and long cloak were gray with dust; extreme pallor and red, swollen eyelids marred her beauty, and the day’s ex- periences seemed to have added ten years to her appear- ance. Her head was racked with pain, so that she scarcely dared to move it. Never yet through the past years of working and struggling had she known the meaning of despair. Physical fatigue and hunger, of which she be- came conscious for the first time, accentuated the wret- chedness of her situation. Her long wandering in the heat under great stress of emotion had made her light- headed, for as soon as her eyes closed in a half-sleep she opened them with a start and a scream, fancying that in the darkness the ghastly face of Darcy Derrick stared upon her with the glaze of death in his eyes. Fortunately she was alone in the compartment. Rising — and thrusting her head from the window, she discovered that the train was passing over the identical spot at which Darcy had fallen. Had he been still alive, he would have been heard of at Liskeard station. “Will they say I am a murderess?” she asked herself, dully, as she pressed her aching forehead against the win- dow-frame and let the evening breeze blow in her face. “T certainly opened the door and thrust him from me to- ward it, and I hoped he would fall out. And I hope he is dead. That is being a murderess, I suppose, and yet I can’t feel a bit wicked about it. The callous, heartless, mad villain! He deserved the tortures of the Inquisition, not such an easy death as falling out of a train in motion. I would have died a thousand times over rather than be degraded by his touch. But oh, Phyllis! Phyllis! What can I tell you when I am home again °” mMicgbooks: Go