Her Faithful Knight — page 42: what you’re looking at

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38 The Wanderer’s Return. . the way home he actually told me that he loved me. Of course J was very angry with him.” Miss Knight put down her pen at this point. “That isn’t true,” she said to herself, reflectively, as she reread her last statement. “I was not in the least angry with Mr. Read.” Leaning her elbow on the table, she rested her cheek on her hand, and began to think about him. In spite of her nickname of “Diana the Disdainful,” it is to be feared that Miss Knight was by no means so adamantine where the other sex was concerned as she appeared. Over her fair face one very becoming blush followed another as she re- called the look in Aylmer’s eyes when they met her own, and the sound of his voice as he spoke of his love.” Of course it was a mere fancy on his part, this love at first sight, she told herself. Mr. Read was doubtless an impressionable young man and would speedily forget all about his sudden infatuation. “Meantime I have to face him on Monday,” she re- flected, not as though she disliked the idea. “I wonder how it will end?” Her letter lay before her unfinished. She was tired and sleepy, and almost inclined to conclude it in the morning when a sound, unmistakable this time, struck upon her ears in the night silence. “For heaven’s sake let me in!” Hoarse, broken though the voice was, she knew the ac- cents well. W5uth a blanched face she sprang to her feet, slipped the chain and bolts of the front door, and flew to the garden gate. Turning the key with shaking fingers, she stretched out her arms, peering into the darkness with eyes accustomed to the light. “My darling! Where are you?” “Here, here!’ | By the gate, wrapped in a long cloak, bowed and bro- | CEOMMCOOKS (S@)