“Umph!” he said, and regarded his letter doubtfully before consigning it to the pillar-box. Wood, with a message for Lady Trafford. 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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