Her Faithful Knight — page 88: what you’re looking at

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84 Dorothy Visits Her Aunt. room with hand interlocked. “Phyllis was married to this Trevelyan at Sheffield last November.” » “Why did you not tell me she was married?” “It was a secret, Aunt Dorothea. He made her prom- ise to let noone know. I only learned the truth last night. And he has cruelly, shamefully deceived her. Two months ago she was informed that when he first met her he was already married, and when she taxed him with it he did not deny it.” “You mean to say,” Mrs. Knight put in, looking harder than ever, “that your sister is not the wife of this mys- terious person; that she is, in fact, not married at all?” Dorothy bowed her head, her cheeks hot with blushes for the undeserved shame which shadowed her beloved Phyllis. “Then I tell you,” exclaimed her aunt, rising also and speaking with much emphasis and vigor, “that your sister is deceiving you, and that she has not been married at all? Bah! Do not tell me a man commits bigamy for the sake of a girl like Phyllis Knight! She was never a favorite with me—she was too vain and too pert. You and your father spoiled her. Now you, if you had a little more embonpoint, would be a very pretty girl indeed. But Phyllis—no! It is a fairy tale, this unknown husband and this Sheffield marriage. I have no sympathy, I, with such girls. A girl who is a lady should know how to make herself respected. If she fails, peste! men are men, and she knows what she has to expect. Look at me. I have been beautiful, much, much more beautiful than your © Phyllis, and I have also been eighteen and alone in the world. But do you think I would have let a man make a fool of me? No! And nor would you, my niece, Doro- thea! As to Phyllis, I cannot sympathize, and I will not seeher. She is the daughter of her father, and a disgrace to you and to me. You will do well to put her into a Eomichbooks (E(0)