Her Faithful Knight — page 204: what you’re looking at

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200 The Honeymoon Journey. touch of contrition for what she had done. If Darcy were dead, so much the better for the world; he was not fit to live. Her mood was such that she could have knelt down and thanked heaven for delivering her from the hand of her enemy, and so great was her relief at being rid of the odium of his presence that a sensation of absolute gladness crept over her heart. he went to the window, carefully fastened the door and looked out. The train at this point ran along the top of an embankment, the steep, grass-covered sides of which were bordered by a wood forming part of a nobleman’s estate. Dorothy wondered whether the fall would kill Darcy. Here and there big stones peeped out; would he strike his head against these? She would like to have been sure that he was dead and incapable of working any further mischief. Supposing that he were merely stunned or slightly injured, it would be some time, surely, before he could make his way to Liskeard; time enough, she trusted, would be given to make good her escape to Lon- don. “But I hope and pray that he is dead!” she whispered. She was conscious of no impiety in the thought. In hating him it seemed to her that she was hating an em- bodiment of all the evil and wickedness; the treachery, falsehood, cruelty and vice that live in the hearts of men. It never for a moment occurred to her to regard him in any different light because of the ceremony into which she had been tricked in the morning. To consider him as her husband or in any way related to her never once came into her mind. But at the thought of his mother, a sud- den pity softened her eyes. “Poor woman! If he is dead I am so sorry for her. But how terrible to love so vile a thing!” She was still standing by the window as Liskeard was reached. Before the train stopped alongside of the plat- Eomichbooks (<(@)