Her Faithful Knight — page 52: what you’re looking at

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48 A Story of London. so afraid of losing him that one miserable rainy day fast winter, as I sat shivering over a smoking fire in a red brick cottage in Oldham, Sergius found me in just the mood he had been hoping and waiting for. “I did not hear him come in. He opened the front door himself and slipped in so quietly into my sitting room that I did not know he was there. I had my head lowered in my hands, and I was crying. Suddenly I felt his kisses upon the back of my neck, and the next moment he was kneeling beside me, clasping me in his arms and calling me his queen, his pure, white dove. I did not repulse him—how could I, Dolly, when I was so lonely and miserable, and when I loved him? You can’t understand now; but some day you will know how a woman feels when she really loves a man and has his arms around her for the first time. It means perfect happiness and perfect rest—there is nothing like it in the whole world.” She ceased speaking. Tears rolled fast down her pretty, worn face. Dorothy’s mouth was firmly set, and in her eyes there shone already a light of fierce indigna- tion. “Go on, my dear,” she said presently. It made her im- patient that Phyllis’ memory should even now linger too regretfully over her lost happiness, and she wanted fuller justification for the feelings of burning resentment which already smouldered in her heart against Sergius Tre- velyan. Phyllis, awakening from her brief dream, wiped her eyes, sighed, and obeyed. “T never tried to disguise from Sergius that I loved him. He spent all the time with me until we went down to the theatre, and it was on our way there that, for the first time, he said something which hurt and startled me. : EOmicbdoo <S) (S@)