Her Faithful Knight — page 84: what you’re looking at

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80 Dorothy Visits Her Aunt. not a relation to be very proud of, hein? It is not very good for one’s name in the world to have a nephew like that.” Dorothy had grown very pale, but her eyes flashed ominously. “Perhaps,” she said, trying to steady her voice, “it has been a little hard for his daughters, too.” Mrs. Knight looked at her quickly for a moment, then she shrugged her plump shoulders. “After all,” she said, “you were such children, not much more than sixteen and seventeen, and your father, in spite of the muddle he had made of his affairs, left, so they told mie, a few thousands.” “Every penny of which was paid to his creditors within a few weeks of his death,” Dorothy returned, looking her relative proudly in the face. “Mr. Sutcliffe, our father’s lawyer, could have told you that had you asked him.” Mrs. Knight was silent for a few seconds, and some- thing like regret swept over her face. “Enfin! How, then, have you lived ?” “We haven’t lived, Aunt Dorothea. We have existed only, as best we could. I raised about eighty pounds by selling some trinkets of mamma’s, and poor Cresswell, - who would not leave us, lent us thirty pounds. I tooka cottage near Hammersmith, after hunting a long while for any place cheap enough for us, and we have managed somehow until now with teaching drawing and music, and with my designs, and—other work.” She hated to have to relate her sister’s story, at least until her great-aunt’s pity and interest had been aroused. “Tut, tut!’ muttered Mrs. Knight, beginning to rustle restlessly about the room. “It is absurd! I never through—well, why did you not come to me?” “How could I?” burst indignantly from Dorothy’s lips, “after the angry letter from you which poor papa received GEOmIGcdoOo S (E(0)