Her Faithful Knight — page 191: what you’re looking at

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The Blow Falls. . 187 “T am afraid I am not romantic,” she returned with a nervous laugh. She was trying to fight down her sick dread of that long railway journey, shut in with this man with the hot breath and shining eyes, whose property she had now become. The carriage stopped at the station, and her husband helped her to alight. Their luggage was already in the train, thanks to Jack Wyverley, who alone had been per- mitted by Darcy to precede them at the station. There were a good many people on the platform, and notably a large contingent from a burlesque company playing at Devonport, and over for the day. It had got about that there was a bridal pair going by the train for Perizance, and that Miss Knight and “Mr. Darcy” of the “Love's Right’”’ Company were the bride and bridegroom. Considerable interest was in consequence taken in the handsome young couple by the loiterers on the platform, an interest which Darcy strongly resented, and which he tried to evade by hurrying Dorothy into the compart- ment reserved for them and pulling the blinds sharply down. Unfortunately for his plans, he had not been quite suf- ficiently expeditious in his movements to elude the sharp eyes of a little, over-dressed woman, with straw-colored hair and heavily-blackened eyes, who suddenly pressed _ forward as he was drawing up the window of the car- riage and thrust in her ungloved and beringed right hand. “Why, if it isn’t Cupid—Cupid Trevelyan—that we’ve all lost sight of for months past! No good your altering the color of your hair and shaving off your fine mustache, Sergius, my boy! I should know you anywhere. Do you mean to pretend not to recognize me—Leila Mont- gomery, of the ‘Settled for Life’ Company? It’s too thin, that’s what it is! And I do declare, you have Miss EOMmiGdoo <S (S@)