Should She Have Left Him? — page 224: what you’re looking at

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HILDA'S ESCAPE. 211 “You see, I am acoward. I am’ not brave like you. I can't defy the world, like you, for love and happiness.” The iron entered Dorothy’s soul. A wild sense of injustice filled her with indignation, frightened for Hilda as she was, and as well overwhelmed by shame for her. ‘You are unjust in your trouble!" she cried. ‘The cases are different. You would forsake your marriage vows. I cling to them.” Hilda did not reply. She did not seem to hear Dorothy’s protest. She sat with her eyes on vacancy, woe on her face. Dorothy regretting her outburst, was silent, too, thinking what she could do | or say to comfort her sister. Hilda rose to her feet. “I can goto him yet. He will wait for me until the opera is over.”’ Dorothy sprang forward and firmly pressed Hilda back into her seat. “You will stay here,” she said masterfully; “I will protect you from yourself !” “He loves me, for he has followed me here.” “And Waldemar?’ “He loves his horses—and La Hoyle.” Dorothy had heard of La Hoyle. She was the divinity of the pink tights and multi-colored lights. The miserable story was coming out by de- . grees. There was a rap at the door. Dorothy opened it. Mrs. Trevor-Allen was there, asking if she could be of service. COIN @ LOOO cS (GO)