Her Faithful Knight — page 194: what you’re looking at

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190 The Truth at Last. heart was thumping hard. Some other emotion had for the moment driven passion from his mind; but, glancing across at Dorothy and seeing how still she sat, he’ re- solved to disregard that ominous quiet of hers, and, cross- ing to where she sat, he threw his arms about her and tried to draw her to him. “At last we are prone he murmured. “My bride, my wife!” “Wait!” she cried, as, exerting all her strength, she thrust him from her. “Wait! Sit over there, just oppo- site, that I may see your face. And now tell me—what did that woman mean?” “Why, what silly idea have you got in your head? Just because a little, half-tipsy actress mistakes us both for other people. Didn’t you see her flushed face? She wasn't sober, and had no notion of what she was say- ing——”’ “I did not see her face, but I saw yours. And yours looked guilty!” : She breathed rather than spoke the last word. Her throat was parched and dry, and an awful fear seemed to pull at her heart. It was not possible; it was too horrible! The thought was a grotesque nightmare—and yet—and yet it was fear she had read upon Darcy Der- rick’s face while that woman spoke to him! He had taken the seat facing her as she had bidden him, half laughing and trying to carry the thing off in a light-hearted and indulgent fashion, conscious all the time of the unwavering stare of her gray eyes. He bent over now and tried to take her hands. “Of course, I was afraid,” he said. “I am so madly in love with you that for the past thirty or forty hours I’ve been distracted with fear lest anything or any one should come between us. You don’t know what it is to love asI love you. But I shall try to teach you.” EOmichboo “S (E@)