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" "There's a funny idea in my head. I’d only have to do something about it, and that I can’t. Part 8 And as she sat on her bed that night, musing and half-undressed, she began to run one hand down her arm and scrutinize the soft flow of muscle under her skin. 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. But don’t run away with the idea that I’m hanging out for a wife at last, because I’m not. Poor soul! she nearly died when she heard he had robbed his master; and it might have been well if she had done so, for she never afterwards recovered her reason. Besides—there is Sir John. ‘Don’t let us quarrel over your Leonardo,’ he said, summoning a faint smile.
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