Her Faithful Knight — page 62: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER VI. A RUINED LIFE. Phyllis ceased. Her lips were parched and dry, but a feverish excitement glittered in her eyes. Dorothy could not trust herself to speak, but gently disengaging herself from her sister, who had held one of her hands tightly while recounting her unhappy story, she fetched from a cupboard in the adjoining room a little brandy and water, which she gently forced Phyllis to drink be- fore continuing. The effort of so much talking had tired the girl’s weak frame, but her longing to confide every detail to her sis- _ter sustained her, and she was impatient to proceed. “I don’t know how I got back to my lodgings that night,’ she went on; “I afterward heard that the girl Montgomery got a cab and sent me home in it, while the actress who appeared in the first-piece, and was my understudy, undertook to play my part. When I re- covered consciousness I was lying on the sofa in the sitting-room. Sergius was standing by the table on which the cloth was laid for supper, helping himself to whisky. “T tried to sit up and utter his name. I did not at first remember what had happened, but his first words brought it all back to me. : “What in the world induced you to make a scene at the theatre to-night, and give yourself away before Miss Montgomery and the other women?’ he asked, irritably. “T sprang up from the sofa. “ ‘Sergius,’ I cried, ‘it is not true, is it? What they EOmMIGdoOo S (S@)