Her Faithful Knight — page 31: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER III. THE OTHER MAN. Monday’s post brought to Aylmer a letter from the provincial photographer who had taken the portrait of Miss Phyllis Knight. The man inclosed a copy of the picture, the number of which Aylmer had forwarded, and offered to send on several others of the lady “in stage costume.” “Miss Phyllis Knight’s appearance was so extremely prepossessing,” the photographer declared, “that I asked permission to take her in several attitudes when she first passed through this town with the ‘Settled for Life’ com- pany about a year ago. I shall be all the more ready to send you specimens to choose from, as I have a great many copies on my hands, printed by order of the gen- tleman to whom Miss Knight was united in marriage dur- ing the course of her last visit.” Aylmer put down the letter at this point. He had read enough. “What a fool—what a miserable fool I have been,” he exclaimed, rising and going to the window, out of which he stared blankly at the houses on the opposite side of the street. “Just because she didn’t wear a wedding ring I never supposed that she was married, and even now,” he added, thoughtfully, “I can’t believe it.” He was striving to recall her every look and gesture. He could not, and would not, readily believe that she could be another man’s wife. And yet here before him lay the photographer’s letter and the portrait, upon which her name was printed. Eomicboo “S (<(0)