Her Faithful Knight — page 247: what you’re looking at

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Dorothy’s Crime. 243 All doubt as to the witnesses tor the signature was set at rest by the arrival at that exact moment of Cresswell at the little green garden gate, accompanied by Emma Hud- dleston, the laundress’s daughter from the North End road. | This Emma seemed specially suitable for Dorothy’s pur- pose. She knew neither of the Misses Knight by sight, and was a tall, lank, pallid girl, of vacant face and shy, a-vkward manners. The blind was still lowered in the little parlor, and all the light that penetrated there came through the space intervening on each side between the narrow blind and the woodwork of the window. Emma Huddleston saw but imperfectly, coming as she did from the clear sunlight, the figure of a lady in deep mourning—a lady who seemed preternaturally tall and thin and pale and sad, and who wore her hair cut short as a boy’s. The lady’s voice was wonderfully sweet, but her manner was somewhat abrupt and peremptory as she asked Emma to affix her name and address at the foot of a sheet of paper which she pushed toward her. The paper had blue lines, and apparently contained writing; but it was carefully folded so that only a blank — space was offered for Miss Huddleston’s inspection. “T am leaving this house,” the lady explained hurriedly, ‘and I have been making a list of everything init. I want it to seem legal, and so I propose to get you to write your names as witnesses to my signature—you and Cresswell. Will you do that? I will give you half a crown for your trouble.” “Yes, miss; thank you. Will you write first.” Dorothy took the pen, hesitated a moment, and then, in a large, clear handwriting, affixed her signature: “Dorothea Derrick.” The name bore no meaning to the laundress’s daughter, and she scarcely appeared to have noticed it as she took Eomicsoo KS) (<) im ==