Her Faithful Knight — page 333: what you’re looking at

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Darcy Finds His Wife. _ 329 marked features, curly, dark hair, and especially in a pair of bright, boldly-glancing, gray eyes, with which Rosa seemed strangely familiar. ‘When that creature Derrick comes into court,’ Rosa confided in an audible whisper to Aylmer, “it will be just all I can do not to throw something at him. What a dreadful pity he can’t be hanged for something! Of course you must thrash him, Aylmer, as soon as the case is over. Thrash him and kick him! He ought to be put to death by slow torture. I’m sure I should love him to be burned alive, and watch him sizzling.” “So should I!” muttered the dark young man. Aylmer looked annoyed, but Rosa blushed and laughed. Dignity was a quality unknown to her, and she would willingly have entered into conversation over the Ham- mersmith tragedy with the good-looking stranger had not Aylmer been there to restrain her. When the court opened she was pleased to find that the dark young man was following her closely, and that he contrived to secure a seat next to her, very near the prisoners’ dock, which, in shape like a very large cage open at the top, stood toward the centre of the hall, facing the aR PTALe 8 chair on a dais under a shabby crimson canopy. The proceedings opened with the usual Monday lists of “drunk and disorderly,” “using obscene language and assaulting the police in the performance of their duties,” and a few cases of thieving, one of the last, which espe- cially touched Rosa, being that of two very little girls, too small to be seen in the dock, who were led by an extremely kind and fatherly big policeman up to the table before the magistrate. “How wonderfully short all the criminal classes are!” whispered Rosa, who was prone to generalize, in Aylmer’s ear. eonnicbooks (C@)