Her Faithful Knight — page 213: what you’re looking at

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A Shadow on the Window. 209 with swimming eyes and aching brain, she would fall asleep over her work. | Never once did she complain, never once did she let herself break down. Her heart was so torn with remorse for the terrible mistake she had made in her desire to serve her sister that she seemed unable to do enough for Phyllis in order to atone by her devotion for the miserable failure of her mission. But of all that had befallen Dorothy during her two months’ absence Phyllis knew absolutely nothing. Some- times she tortured her sister by talking about Sergius Trevelyan; but this was chiefly after sleeplessness and neuralgia had clouded her brain, making her chatter of — the past in a rapid and disconnected fashion. Her health was permanently broken, and Dorothy’s heart seemed to contract in a very agony of pity as she watched her be- loved sister grow daily thinner and paler, more silent and more sad. There was no little luxury which Dorothy, by her un- wearying devotion, did not contrive to provide for the in- valid. Wine, fresh fruit and flowers, nourishing soups and tonics, the best medical advice; all of these things were obtained for Phyllis. Dorothy herself went under- fed and ill-clad, and even poor Cresswell, who was a soft- hearted and selfless creature, existed chiefly on scraps of bread and cheese and potatoes, eaten at odd moments in the pantry; but Phyllis’ appetite had to be tempted, and for Phyllis nothing was too dainty or too dear. “You two are starving yourselves for me,” Phyllis sud- - denly exclaimed one cold afternoon in the last week of February. “I know now, Dolly, why you pretend to have your dinner out; it is so that [ shan’t see how little you have to eat, while I am finding fault with the soups, and jellies, and birds you buy for me. Cresswell, you know what I say is true. I’ve seen you look quite pinched with Gomichboo “S (E(0)