The door into the passage offered itself with an irresistible invitation—the one
alternative to a public, inexplicable passion of weeping. "Ah!" she screamed, seeing the uplifted weapon in Sheppard's hand, "don't hurt
Thames—don't, dear Jack! If you want to kill somebody, kill me, not him. "Will you plead?" demanded Wild, harshly. "What is a sing-song girl?" she asked. 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. “I murdered them, John. You won't refuse me, I'm sure; so no more
need be said about the matter. Inquiring
for Mrs. But she could see that Diane
watched her more closely now, and in a cat-like way.
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