Her Faithful Knight — page 300: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XXIX. THE USES OF ADVERTISEMENT. The Hon. Darcy Derrick had taken a furnished flat for the season. It was not a fashionable flat, or an expensive flat, or an abode that in any way realized that luxury-loving young gentleman’s ideals of the beautiful and appropriate. But misfortunes had gathered closely over Darcy’s shape- ly head since the time when he had with difficulty scram- bled out of a Cornish ditch on his honeymoon journey in the preceding autumn. That his sickly elder brother, Baron Derick, should have taken to himself a wife in the person of a tall, hand- some and healthy Irish girl, just about the time when Darcy’s bride was assisting his ignominious flight down a railway embankment, was an unpleasant possibility which had never once occurred to Mr. Derrick, and that young Lady Derrick-would shortly present him with a niece or nephew was another cruel and unlooked-for blow on the part of Fate. “It’s bound to be a boy,” murmured Darcy to himself, rolling his fine, blue eyes pathetically upward to the ceil- ing as he lay in bed in his new quarters on the day fol- lowing the exhumation and opening of the coroner’s in- quest. “It’s part of my usual cursed luck that it should be a boy.” : He was, at the moment, quite without money and was living upon debts, expectations and Jews. The first were OM