Should She Have Left Him? — page 93: what you’re looking at

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So SHOULD SHE HAVE LEFT HIM? This answer only confused the old gentleman the more. He began to believe it a case beyond him, and was devoutly wishing that her mother was with him to understand this daughter who had always been a puzzle to him, and never more than now. He sat quite still trying to comprehend it all. “Father,” said Dorothy after a moment, having waited for her father to speak, and perceiving that now she must take the aggressive. ‘Father, while you have been told of the discovery Mr. Adams made a few months ago, you have not been told all. And when I think of it, I don’t know who could have told you except my husband or myself. I will tell you now.” Mr. Courtenay straightened himself into an atti- tude of attention. This incomprehensible thing was to be made plain. Dorothy, with the color in her face heightened and her eyes very bright, leaned forward, and taking from the small table at her side a fan, played with it as she gathered her thoughts. Mr. Courtenay, closely observing her, thought that with her brown hair, deep brown eyes, and clear brown skin showing through the black lace of her dress, she was in appearance a worthy daughter of an especially favored race, whatever her conduct might be. “That day,” she began, “when Mr. Magrane told us of the distressing discovery, Harry and I long discussed my duty.” “ Your duty was to leave him at once!” interjected her father austerely. CONnIICOO @ cS (GO)