Her Faithful Knight — page 163: what you’re looking at

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Home Again. 159 “Let me, before my thoughts go wandering off again. Dorothy, they think they will save me, but I know that I cannot live very long. Already things seem to be getting a long way off—even you don’t seem really near me— your voice seems to come from a distance. I feel as if I had grown into a shadow already. I have never thought very much about religion, Dolly, not to worry about it, I mean.” “Phyllis!” “Dolly, dear, you are not to cry. Death can’t possibly be worse than life. You don’t know how I have prayed for death when those dreadful pains in my head come on. I’ve made such a muddle of it all. Only when you told me about the sea in your letters I sometimes wanted to get well to see it again.” “You can’t think how lovely it looked this morning,” said Dorothy, anxious beyond everything to change the current of her sister’s thoughts. “So blue and brilliant it made one’s eyes ache to look at it. Last night I had a walk along the cliffs after the performance. ‘The sky was almost as bright and clear as at midday, and to see the little waves breaking in silver under the moonlight was delightful.” “T should like to see the sea again,” sighed Phyllis, a wistful look coming into her great eyes. “I almost think I should get better if I could see the sea.” “You shall see it, dear, if you want to!” cried Dorothy impetuously. “You shall have anything you want if you will only get well!” Phyllis nestled her cheek against her sister’s hand and kissed it.” “I feel better already, now that you are back,” mur- mured she. “I think if I could lie still day after day, with you beside me, looking out at the sea—or on a ship, Dolly —wouldn’t that be lovely? A ship that would sail away COMME HOV) S (E@)