Her Faithful Knight — page 77: what you’re looking at

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Ways and Means. 73 “Ask your mistress to come down and speak to me,” was the doctor’s only answer. In the little front sitting-room Dorothy found him studying the contents of the book shelves with his back to the door. Turning as she entered, he fixed his keen blue.eyes upon her. “Your sister is in a very bad way,” he said, abruptly. “Where is her husband ?” Dorothy grew red and white by turns. “He is in the country,’ she answered, constrainedly. “T don’t know his address, and my sister is too ill to tell it © to me,” she added quickly. “T hear she only came here last night. She was not in a fit state to travel.” “She walked here from Richmond,” burst from Dor- othy, who forgot her reserve in her anger. “Walked! Good heavens!” He turned his back upon her quickly, and stood before the book-shelves again, that he might not see the passion- ate indignation and pain on her face. He already guessed as much of the case as Dorothy could tell him. “Dr. Morgan,” she said, as soon as she could control Aer voice, “my sister is only nineteen. While she was away from me last year she had the ill-fortune to meet and marry a cowardly scoundrel, who has deserted her and left her to starve. Thank Heaven, she managed to make her way back to me. I know her heart is broken, but you can save her life, can you not?” The doctor looked kindly down into the girl’s beautiful, eager face. It was a terrible pity, he decided privately, for girls to be so poor, and at the same time so remarka- bly handsome. Theirs was not the safe, statuesque beau- ty such as a man may comfortably worship from afar, or happily give in marriage to another man; but essentially soft, feminine, and innocently alluring. Even Dr. Mor- EOmMmIGdoOO S (S@)