Now, more and more, we’re going to be
interested in them, to be curious about them and—quite mildly-experimental
with them. 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. —Sorry to quit your lord—worships, I mean,—I don't know
what I mean," she added, a little confused, and dropping a profound curtsey to
the disguised noblemen, each of whom replied by a bow, worthy, in her opinion,
of a prince of the blood at the least,—"but I've a few necessary orders to give
below. "Bess wouldn't bear a rival. And an
Englishman, which is my right of birth. To be confronted with the girl’s damned Frenchman of a husband was another
matter altogether.
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