Her Faithful Knight — page 219: what you’re looking at

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A Shadow on the Window. a 5 intermittent violence. Then slowly she turned her head and met, as she knew she would meet, the fixed stare of a man whose face was pressed close against the window from where he stood in the garden outside. The light was almcst gone; the face was different in many ways from that of the man she had once loved; but Phyllis knew him in a moment. “Sergius!” she cried, springing to her feet, and sway- ing where she stood, with outstretched arms. “Sergius! !?? You have come back! Her only answer was the sound of hurried footsteps in the garden path, and the swing of the gate as it shut be- hind him. The man was gone. She stood rooted to the spot. She longed to fly after him, to call his name, to appeal to him, perhaps even, so great is the gentleness of women who have loved, to par- don him. But she could not move. The words died on her cold lips, and a strange dizziness obscured her senses. She had forgotten Sergius, but she was lonely, and cold, and ill, and the room was dark, very dark. At last: “Dorothy!” rang out ner cry in a wail of ap- pealing helplessness. And at the cry and the sound of a heavy fall, Cresswell, hurrying in, found Phyllis stretched on the floor and across the fender, with the blood from a wound in her head, where she had struck it in falling, slowly creeping like a red snake round her throat. She was dead. : Eomichbooks