Her Faithful Knight — page 217: what you’re looking at

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=: “ad a 4 > : J . 7 A Shadow on the Window. 213 out clearly that structural likeness which in the light of day was sometimes lost. Beautiful, sensitive, feminine faces, full of capabilities for light-hearted gaiety and ten- der love, but shadowed in the forenoon of their freshness by anxiety and grief and ill-paid work and wearing pain. At a quarter past seven Dorothy gently disengaged her hands from her sister’s clasp and rose to her feet, stiff and cramped from remaining in one position so long. Phyllis was sleeping peacefully, tears on her long, dark eyelashes and a half-smile on her lips. Dorothy crept softly about — the room, arranging her sister’s medicine and books and flowers on a table close within her reach. ‘Then, bend- ing once more over Phyllis to listen to her regular breath- ing and ascertain that she wanted nothing, she left the room, took her hat and jacket from the hall and passed out through the little garden gate on her way to the neigh- boring red brick blocks called Arundel Mansions. Cresswell locked the gate after her young mistress. Dorothy was most particular about having the gate kept securely locked at all hours of the day. Very few letters came for the little household, so that when, half an hour later, the postman, after knocking at the door of a neigh- boring cottage, rang three times with some impatience at the gate of No. 4, Cresswell experienced a feeling of natu- ral annoyance. “Why can’t the silly fellow drop the letter into the box?” she asked herself as she slowly opened the front door and came down the path of the little garden. “Miss Dorothy had it put up a-purpose.” “Here, I can’t keep waiting all night,” the postman was saying. “A registered letter for Miss Dorothea Knight, 4 Lockhart Cottages, Hammersmith. That’s right, ain’t it? And you’ve got to sign a receipt.” Cresswell became, as she herself expressed it, “flus- tered.” She fumbled with the key in the lock, and with (Eo) COMME DOO