Should She Have Left Him? — page 85: what you’re looking at

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A BEWILDERED FATHER. 79 He struggled to his feet, and said commandingly: “Come!” “ Where ?” asked Dorothy. Vi itheme, rome. “ This is my home.” She was calm, but firm and strong. Poor Mr. Courtenay. He sank back into his chair helpless. His mind had broken from its moorings and was beginning to drift. He surely could not have understood his daughter. ) ‘Do you mean to say,’ he began, “that you mean to live here, with this man—with this Tres- cotte—who is not your husband ?” ‘‘T mean to live here, of course,” replied Dorothy, her head very erect, “and with Mr. Trescotte, who is my husband ?” By this time the old gentleman’s mind was out in the current and at its mercy. He lay back in his chair looking upon his daughter impotently. ‘““Do you mean to say,” he asked feebly, “that the story I have been told to-day is not true?”’ “T believe it to be true, in every particular.” A gleam of hope lighted up Mr. Courtenay’s horizon. “'Trescotte has found a way to break these bonds?” he exclaimed. “Not that I am aware of.” He was drifting again. ‘Then why do you call him your husband ?” he asked. ‘“‘ Because he is my husband.” Comicboolkks C@