Her Faithful Knight — page 261: what you’re looking at

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His Liege Lady. 257 that of your servant Cresswell will be published in every newspaper in England.” “My arrest!” she faltered. “For what?” “On a charge of murder!” “Murder!” She had supposed that her personation of her sister had been discovered, and that the forging of her own will and falsification of the date was in some way to be brought home to her. But at the ugly word he uttered she felt nothing but amazement, and she repeated it, stupefied, be- fore she could realize its meaning. Then her thoughts flew to Darcy Derrick. “But I did not kill him!” she exclaimed. “I suppose I meant to, but he was hardly hurt at all, only stunned. And I saw him with my own eyes on the night when my dear sister died. Why, I. brushed past him, almost touched him # “You are making a mistake. It is no man you are ac- cused of murdering, but your sister Dorothea.” He knew that his suddeness and abruptness must sound . brutal, but time was precious. Already the cab had reached Piccadilly Circus, and he had no time to choose his words. Dorothy remained silent for a few seconds. The news seemed to stun her; she could not realize its possibility. “Do you know what you are saying?” she asked at last in a whisper, hardly audible over the rumble of the cab wheels. “That I am accused of murdering my sister, for whom I would at any time have given my life? If it were not so dreadful I should laugh at such a thing.” “I am sure of it,” he said, laying his hand upon her two hands clinched in her lap. “And of course you will face and disprove so monstrous and wicked a charge. But you had to know of it, and that was why I stopped you. If you go from here straight to your lawyer’s office, as Comicsoo S (E()