Her Faithful Knight — page 331: what you’re looking at

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Darcy Finds His Wife. 327 him. But you know how dark the roads are about here, and I didn’t want to get murdered fi “What sort of a man?” “Oh, a gentleman altogether. Dressed in gray, and very, very handsome, with light hair and a beautiful, pale complexion, and enormous blue eyes and - “I know the brute! That was Darcy Derrick, and it was through his successful pumping of you that Dorothy has been arrested.” “But he said his name was Wyverley “He would say anything. Don’t cry, Rosa. It can’t be helped now, and it was I who first aroused his sus- picions.”’ “But, Aylmer—do tell me, because you know I’m not a bit prejudiced—is Dolly really and truly the murderess, Phyllis Knight?” Aylmer turned upon her angrily. “How can you, who have been with her for a whole week, ask such a senseless question? It is all a mistake— I may as well tell you, as it will all come out next week —Phyllis Knight is dead; the woman we know and love is her sister, Dorothy. She is hiding because she is married to that snake, Derrick, and hates the sight of him. Now, whichever way the trial goes, the law will give her to him. God help the poor child! I can’t talk any more. Good-night.” All the next day Aylmer was working in Dorothy’s behalf. To fetch Cresswell from her friend’s at Acton was his first move, after visiting Dorothy by permission in company with Rosa. At this juncture, with Dorothy’s life and liberty in the balance, there must be no more misconception as to her identity, and even she seemed to recognize this, in a hopeless fashion. On the Monday morning early, under a drizzling rain, Aylmer stood, with Rosa by his side, before the as yet Comicoooks (C@)