Her Faithful Knight — page 120: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XI. HER FIRST REHEARSAL, Darcy Derrick did not follow Miss Knight to her door, as she half feared he would do, nor did he utter on this occasion another word in the attempt to soften her sud- den resentment against him. In this he acted most wisely. Knowing women’s ways he felt certain that long before she got home Dorothy would blame herself for her rudeness to her employer and manager, and would be incline1 to meet him in a softened mood on the morrow. So he remained quietly sitting upon the bench she had left, and rolled and lit another cigarette while he watched his leading lady’s graceful fig- ure until it was lost to view. “That girl is my fate,” he murmured half aloud, “the type I have always longed to meet, and have always known I should find irresistible There is a proud purity about Dorothy which would repel many men, but which attracts me far more than the open coquetries of other women. She is not cold; she is full of dormant fire and passion, waiting only for the kiss of the prince to wake into blossoming life. And I must give that kiss.” A smile shone in his long, light eyes as he turned them again to the sea, and, presently, moved by his love fancies and the quiet of the scene, he drew a notebook from his pocket and wrote by the aid of the moon, and to the ac- companiment of the plashing waves, some graceful and tender verses in Dorothy’s honor. For quite a long time he remained polishing and correcting them, until their Eomichbooks (E@)