Her Faithful Knight — page 236: what you’re looking at

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_— 232 Good News that Came Too Late. it instantly for that of Aylmer Read, her friend of the old Museum student days. Early the next morning Dr. Wentworth called, to find Dorothy with dry, hot lips, aching head, and ice-cold hands and feet. She was not ill, she declared; there was nothing the matter with her. He might ask Cresswell; Cresswell would tell him she had never been ill in her life-—-she was only afraid lest that dreadful man should get hold of her. “You are sure he didn’t come in with you?” che cried, starting up in bed with scared eyes. “He is so cunning and wicked one can’t escape from him. He killed my sister. You-know that, don’t you, Dr. ‘Wentworth? Didn’t I tell you?” The surprise in his face seemed to restore her mental balance. Blushing deeply, she fell back on the pillows again. “Please forgive me if I have been talking nonsense,” she said humbly. “I have had bad dreams all night, and don’t seem to be out of them yet, and I feel weak and strange.” “You have had nothing to eat since the day before yesterday, which is quite enough to account for it,” Dr. Wentworth said. “I want to know whether I can be of any use to you—about your sister’s funeral, I mean. I have spoken to Mrs. Cresswell, and she seems utterly helpless ; indeed, she scarcely seerns to know your sister’s name. You are not in a fit state to get out of bed, and I’m afraid you won’t be for some days. But if you will kindly furnish me with a few necessary particulars I will take all the worry of the affair off your hands. All you have to do is to tell me Mrs. Darcy Derrick’s full name and age; that is all I want to know.” Dorothy lay silent for a few seconds. Then she said in constrained tones: Eomichbooks (S@)