”
He rose from his chair, and walked restlessly up and down the room. Oh, I
think I understand, Annabel. Maybe it’s his loss. But he has since acquitted you
of any share in it. She is something different. I won't have a
beachcomber on the island. For
that my father so stupide was in love with this Suzanne Valade, is it not?’
‘Well, miss,’ temporised Mrs Ibstock, ‘we didn’t rightly know that then. What else could one say? I left him to suppose—a
registry perhaps. "There's an old proverb," continued Wood, rising and walking towards the fire,
"which says,—'Put another man's child in your bosom, and he'll creep out at
your elbow. To perdition with them all. You can have no shecrets from me. Her mother informed her of the betrothal on the first
painful day of her menarche, shortly after her eleventh
birthday.
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