Her Faithful Knight — page 303: what you’re looking at

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The Uses of Advertisement. 299 who read about my grief and my devotion to my darling » wife will sympathize with me much more heartily when they see what I am like. Of course, the reproductions in the evening papers are cruelly unlike. But with my fea- tures they can’t go very far wrong?” He lay back on his pillows, closing his eyes as he thought about his prospects. He had a trump card up his sleeve for the adjourned inquest, and in a week’s time he meant to play it for all it was worth. “TI can quite understand Phyllis’ determination to pos- sess herself, by hook or by crook, of her aunt’s fortune,” he told himself. “‘No doubt she still hangs on to the vain hope that the money will be an inducement. If women only knew the exact moment when we grow tired of them, and had the sense to leave us then, we should never learn to hate them. In all my life no woman ever bored me more hopelessly than Phyllis, and she never had the brains to see it. When she learned how passionately I loved her sister, how she must have hated her! -It’s extremely probable that she killed her out of crazy jeal- ousy and her infatuation for me. My beautiful, proud, fierce Dorothy, the only woman in the world for me, sac- rificed to Phyllis’ insane passion!” At the thought of the possible bliss with Dorothy now forever lost to him, the ready tears welled to Darcy’s eyes again, and he rang his bell for his man, that the latter might add some brandy to the soda by way of as- suaging his master’s grief and his thirst at one and the same time. The servant, a slight, silent foxy-looking man, made his appearance, bearing on a tray a card, upon which was inscribed the name: “Mr. Jack Wyverley.” “TI made the gentleman give his card, sir,” the servant explained, ‘“‘as you particularly told me you saw no one COMME DOOMKS (E(0)