Her Faithful Knight — page 243: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XXIII. DOROTHY’S CRIME. The day following Phyllis’ funeral found Dorothy in a state of utter prostration. All her bravery and determination seemed to have left her. She lay nerveless and still, scarcely listening while the doctor told her she ought to leave her present sur- roundings as soon as she felt strong enough to move. “TI am going to leave England,” she said at last, “almost immediately. I shall go to America or Australia.” “You are certainly not in a fit condition to undertake a long journey at present,” the doctor observed. “Change of scene you need imperatively, but I should advise, if possible, some place within easy driving distance for a day or two, in order to recruit your strength a little. In your present state of nerves a long journey by rail might be most injurious. If you have any relatives living with- in driving distance i “I have none,” she said, interrupting him almost fierce- ly. “No relatives and no friends. But I have money and will do as you say.” “Why has your mistress cut off her hair?” the doctor asked Cresswell before he left the house. “She looked so like her dead sister with her white face and short hair that when I entered the room I was absolutely startled.” “It made her head hot so that she couldn’t sleep at night,” Cresswell explained rather lamely. Cresswell liked the idea of deceiving him and every- body as to the identity of the sisters. EOmiGcbdoo cS (E)