Her Faithful Knight — page 288: what you’re looking at

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284 Dorothy’s Confession. at once to this man for a copy, and in his answer he told me that you had been married in his town and the name of your husband.” | “Ah 1”? “He had other pictures of you, he said, and I wrote for one of each kind taken. Here they are, as you see, but they are one and all extremely bad.” Dorothy caught at the pictures with a little exclamation, half joy and half pain. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she gazed at them eagerly. “Some of them I have not seen before,” she murmured. “They are so like.” — “They are exceedingly unflattering.” “They are much prettier than I,” she cried, indignantly, flushing with vexation. _ A light flashed into Aylmer’s mind. “T have found out something,” he exclaimed. ‘These are the pictures of Phyllis Knight, and you are not Phyl- lis, but her sister Dorothy.”’ She sprang up, facing him, with the pictures still in her hands, holding them close against her heart. “And if I am,” she cried with quick defiance, “what difference does it make?” “Prove that, and there is no sense in these accusations.” “Tf I prove it,” she cried, “I prove, too, that I am the wife of a creature I hate and loathe beyond the power of words. While he thinks me his victim who loved him, he is merely malignant, but if once he suspected that I am in reality the woman who left him within an hour of the marriage ceremony, I should never again be free from his destestable persecution. He would want my money and he would want me. He has a horrible passion for me, the mere idea of which sickens and revolts me. [ cannot trust myself when he is near. I become changed and maddened. I hate him so much that I am not capa- | COMME OOMKS (C@)