Her Faithful Knight — page 290: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XXVIII. THE EXHUMATION. Dorothy awoke next morning to an unwonted sense of restfulness and well-being. ‘True, the morning was cold and a chilly mist hung about the air; true, she was in this house under an as- sumed name, a suspected murderess escaping from the arm of the law; and yet she could not feel so miserable as she had done on the previous morning when, all un- aware of the hideous charge against her, she had risen from her bed in the gardener’s cottage at Ham, oppressed with a sense of her terrible loss, and with no hope for the future but such as lay in the prospect of a long journey to a strange country. Lying now with half-closed eyes, she took herself to task over this sudden lightening of her spirits under cir- cumstances of deeper gloom than any she had yet known, and the answer to her inward questionings came with a warm flush which crept over her cheeks and _ throat. Through all her trials, troubles and mistakes, fate had at last led her safely to the care of a man who loved her better than all the world, the only one toward whom her heart had ever yet gone out in an instinctive sympathy, and this fact was undoubtedly the cause of her happier frame of mind. There was more than sympathy in her thoughts of Aylmer at this moment. Circumstances had greatly fa- vored his wooing, in that he had been enabled to appear again in Dorothy’s life at a critical moment, and under COnMiceloooks (C@)