Her Faithful Knight — page 242: what you’re looking at

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238 Good News that Came Too Late. Her rapidity and impulsiveness took Cresswell’s breath away, but she wept afresh at the sight of the short curls on the floor. “T’ve always been so proud of your lovely hair!” she sobbed, as she dropped on her knees to collect it. “It do seem like the end of everything.” “Tt will grow again, you dear, silly, old thing,” cried Dorothy, snipping away the more impetuously that she disliked these small subterfuges, and would gladly have avoided them. But at noon next day her reward came, when, looking out from behind the blind in her bedroom, she saw her sister borne to her last resting place under the name of “Mrs. Darcy Derrick,” and followed, weeping to her grave, by the man who had betrayed her. “Dearest, I kept my word to you. Thank God for that!’ she murmured as, breaking down altogether, she sobbed her heart out kneeling by the bed where the dead had lain. Eomicboo “S (S@)