Her Faithful Knight — page 263: what you’re looking at

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His Liege Lady. 259 “Yes. He has also applied to the Home Secretary for an order to exhume the body of your sister.’ She gave a sharp cry. “My sister! Oh, horrible! Surely, sas such a thing cannot be allowed?” “The exhumation will, I believe, take place to-morrow.” “My God!” she cried, sinking back in the cab and wringing her hands in despair. “What shall Ido? How can I prevent such a horrible desecration? Do you know this man Derrick?” a Fe Pi “He killed my sister—oh, he cannot be punished for it —it was not open murder. He ruined her, deserted her and broke her heart, then he turned his hateful attentions to me’’—she grew hot under her veil at the remembrance —‘“under an assumed name. When I found out who he really was I tried to kill him. Oh, I wish I had done so! But he is too wicked to kill. It is gentle, unselfish crea- tures like my sister who suffer, not vile things such as he! But I can’t talk of him and I can’t talk of her! All these things you have told me are too dreadful. I feel as though my brain were bursting.” She put up her hands to her head with a little helpless gesture. She had thrown up her veil, and in the dim, foggy afternoon light he could see that she was lividly pale and that her eyes were distended in a despairing stare. His heart ached for her, and he longed to com- fort her, but he knew not how. Nevertheless, the friendly accents of his voice soothed her and she listened docilely to his words. “You are not fit for any more disturbing experiences to-day,” he said with kind authoritativeness. “Our cab- man is clearly getting tired of driving up and down Re- gent street and some decision must be come to at once. GEomicsoo S (<0 im =