If he laid his own suspicions boldly before the girl, and in the end the boy came clean, he would always be haunted by the witless cruelty of the act. . Supposing that was it; at least, a solution to part of this amazing riddle? Supposing her father had made her assist him in the care of the derelicts solely to fill her with loathing and abhorrence for mankind? "Didn't you despise the men your father brought home—the beachcombers?" "No. ” His arms were around her. "Bess wouldn't bear a rival. “It was poison—why not?” she answered. His curiosity, his literary instincts, had been submerged by the recurring thought of the fool he had made of himself. I don’t want to hear you.
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