Should She Have Left Him? — page 193: what you’re looking at

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A NEW TANGLE. 187 ‘“T hear my wife’s voice in the salon,” he said. “Let me present you.” The next instant Trescotte, followed by Adams, entered. “Elsie! My God!” cried Adams. “George, I “ | Elsie nearly toppled over in her agitation, and, indeed, would have fallen had not Mrs. Trevor-Allen put forth an arm to save her. Elsie,” cried Trescotte, with a sudden rush of recollection, “what brings In his surprise he moved toward Elsie and the. movement brought him to the side of the child clinging to his mother’s skirts. He was interrupted by Mrs. Trevor-Allen, who uttered a cry of surprise. “Look!” she said, pointing to the child. “The resemblance. It is marvelous!” “And that boy is with her!’ cried Adams bitterly. “Your boy, Trescotte—for it is yours!” “His?” The question came from Dorothy in a blending of contempt, indignation, and incredulity. The little child began to whimper when he found himself the object of all these intense and agitated looks, and tried to hide his face in the skirts of his mother. But Dorothy had seen the resemblance, too pro- nounced to be denied. “Answer him,” she said commandingly, as she turned to Trescotte. “Is that your child?’ Amazed and bewildered, Trescotte replied “T don’t know.” Comicloee cS C@