Mr. 9. Earles was absolutely indifferent. Earles declared good-humouredly, “but I shall not let you go without drinking a glass of wine to our success. “Punctual. Gerald tried it. But how long would she last, withering away to a desiccated pile of skin and bone? Round and round she would go. ’ ‘Will you indeed? Truly?’ His smile held so much tenderness, she was tempted to surrender at once. The reward is mine. 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.
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