Her Faithful Knight — page 36: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER IV. THE WANDERER’S RETURN, After Miss Knight parted from Aylmer Read on that eventful Saturday night and entered a Hammersmith om- nibus, she waited until her cavalier was out of hearing before giving the direction “Severn Road.” Her mouth curved into a half smile of approbation as she peeped discreetly from the door and saw her erstwhile companion standing on the curb in the moonlight, raising his hat from his curly fair hair in a parting salutation. “Delightfully big he looks,” was her mental comment. “T expect living all these years in the country has made him so nice and chivalrous. His face is not exactly hand- some, but his figure makes up for it. I like that yellow mustache ; but it’s almost a pity his eyes are so dark.~ One can see the emotions in light eyes. Brown are merely like so many brandy-balls.”’ From which criticisms it may be inferred that in spite of her classic profile and the mingled adoration and rever- ence she had inspired in Aylmer Read, Miss Knight was still to some extent youthful and frivolous in her ideas. She leaned back in her seat, a little tired, but in a pleased and happy humor, until, the Albert Hall, Kensing- ton Church, Holland Park and Addison Road having been successfully passed, the omnibus drew up at her destina- tion. Severn Road was an extremely uninviting thorough- fare, given over to advertisement-covered hoarding and half-finished blocks of staring red brick residential flats; a Eomichbooks (S@)