Her Faithful Knight — page 79: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Ways and Means. 75 ciated, and the mind crushed by some terrible shock or strain. Neither one nor the other is in fit condition to pass safely through the ordeal before her, and a “Don’t!” cried Miss Knight, suddenly pushing out her hands with an imploring gesture. “I can’t bear to hear it! I beg your pardon, Dr. Morgan,” she added in a low voice, while a deep flush passed over her face, “but—l can’t quite explain what my sister is to me. Our mother died when we were very little children, and our father three years ago. Our only brother left England years ago. We do not know what has become of him. Phyllis is all I have in the world. You cannot tell by seeing her now what she was only a few months ago. And—per- haps the poor darling’s wretchedness may have given vou a wrong idea—before last Christmas she was married to an actor in the same company with her in the town of Sheffield. I have never seen him, but he must be the lowest and vilest thing on earth to have treated my sister so cruelly. You don’t know how sweet, and good, and bright, and pretty she has always been. Of course,” she went on, turning sharply away, and pressing her handker- chief tightly against her eyes to force back her tears, “I ought not to bother you with these details. My sister shall have just what you order, Dr. Morgan. [ will take your advice and consult with our relatives. For we have quite rich relations,’ she continued, with a little nervous laugh, “although it seems difficult to believe of people liv- ing in Lockhart Cottages, and we used to live decently ourselves once. But that time passed away three years ago. Please let me know where to go for the nurse. My sister must have everything she requires—and I am sure you will save her if any one can.” She turned the full gaze of her clear eyes trustfully upon him. Dr. Morgan was deeply interested in this beautiful, emotional creature, over whose face the course of every Eomichbooks (E(0)