Her Faithful Knight — page 168: what you’re looking at

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164 Home Again. comfortable seat of the train, with the scorching sun beat- ing on her face, and the sight, smell and sound of the cheap and dirty holiday humanity all about her, Dorothy’s brave heart seemed to melt within her. Tears burned her closed eyelids, and presently stole, one by one, down her cheeks. One of the women with babies, a woman whose coarse voice and language and aggressive cockney accent had jarred intolerably upon Dorothy since the beginning of the journey, developed an altogether unexpected kind- ness and gentleness at sight of the girl’s white, tear- stained face. “Change seats with me, missy. You'll be better by the window.” Her other fellow comcchere followed suit in kindness, and Dorothy reproached herself for having condemned them as noisy, vulgar and dirty. Still, it was a relief when the train slowed down at Bournemouth, and came at last to a standstill by the platform. ~ As she rose from her seat, her eyes fell upon the Hon. Darcy Derrick, looking cool, “well groomed,” and hand- some, in a light gray suit and straw hat, smoking a cigar on the platform, while he eagerly scanned the faces of the passengers by the London train. Catching sight of Dorothy, he threw away his cigar and hurried to the door of her compartment to help her out. She noticed that his hands were trembling, and, glancing quickly at his face, she saw that his mouth was twitching and that anxiety was written on his every feature. He composed himself under her glance of surprise, and hurriedly asked her if she had found her sister any better. _ “Thank you very much. She is no worse.” “T cannot make you understand,” he exclaimed, “how desperately anxious I have been ever since I heard at your lodgings this morning that you had gone to Lon don SS (S@)