Her Faithful Knight — page 71: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER VII. WAYS AND MEANS. For a long while after Phyllis had fallen asleep, Doro- thy lay awake in her trim white bed in the little room she had occupied for the past three years, thinking deeply. The two things in her sister’s story which she found herself unable to understand were, first, that Phyllis should ever have loved such a man as Sergius Trevelyan, and second, that she had not tried to kill him when she discovered the full measure of his villainy. Dorothy’s whole form grew hot with burning indigna- tion, and her fingers clenched instinctively as she thought of him. She was already fully determined to find him out, in order to have absolute proof of his statement con- cerning a former marriage, as well as to wreak vengeance upon him for his infamous conduct toward her beloved sister. How she was to effect this latter project she hard- ly knew. Of course, the law would not help her, as Phyllis would naturally shrink from the shame and pub- licity of prosecuting him for bigamy; but Dorothy nour- ished vague projects of denouncing him to his relations and friends, of branding him as a coward and a felon, or even, if it were possible, striking him across the face with a horsewhip, since, as she told herself bitterly, “we have no man to protect us and avenge our injuries.” At this moment, indeed, the very name of man was hateful to Miss Knight. Before she came to bed she had scornfully destroyed the long, bright letter she had been writing to Phyllis when the latter’s cry disturbed EOMIGHOO S (E@)