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CHAPTER VIII. DOROTHY VISITS HER AUNT. Mrs. Julius Knight was a very tall, very stout woman - of sixty, who still retained some pretentions to beauty of a mature and fully-developed order. Her elaborately dressed hair was only a little streaked with gray, and her well-opened black eyes, of naturally quick and even bel- ligerent expression, looked out upon the world almost as brightly as they had done thirty years before. Her din- ner gown was of pink and gray brocade hung with costly white lace, and upon the ample surface of her neck, in her ears, and on her fingers, diamonds and sapphires fiashed and gleamed. “So!” she exclaimed, in a loud, clear voice and strong foreign accent, “itis my niece Dorothy. At last she gives herself the trouble to come and see her aunt. It is to ask afavor, hein? Donottell me;I knowthe world. When one neglects one’s best friends for three or four years one comes not in to say: ‘What fine weather we have to- day!” Dorothy’s eyes were lowered, and a deep flush of shame spread over her face. “I did not think, Aunt Dorothea, that you would care to see me.”’ “Oh, well, I do not say I am proud of the connection,” Mrs. Knight returned sharply. “My nephew Harold, your father, who cheated me out of five thousand pounds of my money, and then put a bullet through his head be- cause he could not square his clients’ accounts—that is GEomicbooks (e(oy