Her Faithful Knight — page 313: what you’re looking at

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Tracked Down. 309 working and unselfish life makes me love you a thousand times more.” She held up a warning finger. “Haven’t I told you,” she said, shaking her head sadly, “that you will drive me from the shelter of your house if you speak to me in that way?” “I know,” he said, “aad you are right; but when you come to think that very soon you will pass out of my life, it is a little hard and difficult to keep silent.” They were talking in the summer-house, he sitting on the table, his hands full of newspapers, she leaning back against the wooden wall of the little building. In spite of her grief for her sister’s loss—a grief as deep and sincere as it had been within a hour of Phyllis’ death, and as it would remain all her life—and in spite of the terrible charge hanging over her, into Dorothy’s face there had crept since her coming to St. John’s Wood an added color and sweetness, a dewy brightness of the eyes, and a soft tremulousness about the lips, which lent the finish- ing touches in which her regular beauty had hitherto been lacking. . She never denied to herself that she loved Aylmer Read. Her heart had gone out to him on that first even- ing when he had dedicated himself to her service. She loved him because he had saved her; she-loved him be- cause he believed in her; she loved him because he was a man after her own heart, and her time for loving had come. 3 All her acquired distrust of men vanished before her absolute faith in him. The little coldness and chilling speeches with which she had been used to fence around her beauty she cast aside when with him; and her faith in him was so absolute, her ideal of him so high, that Aylmer had to guard his every look and word, lest the passionate delight with which her presence filled._hir (El ofofo) S (E@)