Her Faithful Knight — page 226: what you’re looking at

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222 A Widower’s Letter. sent to face the villain in question, her knees trembled with alarm and indignation. Darcy on his part saw a little, elderly woman, very pale and red-eyed, but, as it seemed to him, of set, stern cast of features and’ expression. “What do you want?” she asked sharply, without open- ing the gate. “I want my wife,” he answered boldly. “Mrs. Darcy Derrick.” “Your wife, Mrs. Darcy Derrick, died at half-past eight yesterday evening,” Cresswell answered, repeating the words as a lesson. Darcy’s forehead grew wet with agitation and excite- ment. Twice he tried to speak, but his throat was so dry he could not at first form the words. “It is impossible!” burst from him at last. “TI can’t, I won't, believe it! I can’t stand talking here with all these people about. Let me in, Cresswell; I have a great deal to say to you. I know all about you. You must let mein. I have a right to come.” va seslia nothing about that, sir. I have no orders to admit you.” : “Did Miss Knight send you to me?” “Ves. b B | “Look here, Cresswell, I don’t want to see Miss Knight. I have nothing to say to her. But you must let me see my wife or I will never believe she is dead.” “Tf you don’t believe that you had better ask the doc- tor,” retorted Cresswell, and before he could speak again she turned her back on him and regained the house. The Hon. Darcy made his way at once to the house of Dr. Wentworth, but the doctor being out on his rounds his visitor had to wait two hours before his return. In the meantime the doctor had called at Lockhart Cottages and had clearly heard there something unfavorable to EComicbooks (E(0)