Her Faithful Knight — page 227: what you’re looking at

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A Widower’s Letter. 223 Mr. Darcy Derrick, for he greeted the latter with marked coldness, and did not even ask him to sit down. “You must forgive me for troubling you,” Darcy be- gan; “but the report has reached me that my dear wife was a patient of yours, and that she is now lying dead at 4 Lockhart Cottages.” “Is this your name?” Dr. Wentworth asked, pointing to the card Darcy had given him. “Yes.” “Then you have heard aright. A lady, whom I now know to be the Hon. Mrs. Darcy Derrick, died at that address last night.” “My poor darling!” exclaimed Darcy, breaking down altogether in a fit of uncontrollable grief. Tears rushed from his eyes and he sank on a chair, burying his face in his hands. : The doctor watched him for a few seconds with rather a sarcastic expression. Having beheld Dorothy’s grief, he was but little touched by Darcy’s. “Tf you will pardon me,” he said, looking at his watch, “T have so many appointments to-day & “One moment, doctor! What was the cause of my poor wife’s death?” “Failure of the heart’s action.” “T must see her!” cried Darcy, springing from his seat and beginning to pace wildly about the room. “You can have no idea how I loved her. We have been cruelly separated through the wicked schemes of her sister, who was jealous of her. I only lived to be reconciled to her, and now she has been snatched away from me by death! Do you think her end was hastened in any way?—do you think that it was all the result of an accident?” “T do not understand you, sir. Your wife is dead, and I have told you the cause of her death. Your private EOmicboo (G(0) cS