The dog was, in a
sense, a gift of the gods. She was a much lighter and more frivolous person, very
charming and companionable—but with a difference—a great difference. Looked all over
that dratted convent of yours—or at least Trodger and the men did so—but no
sign of them. He
was braver than her husband, who paced and cowered in
the corners of the once-sunny Palazzo. “My dear child,” he said, “with me you need have no apprehension. I've a lot of old magazines, too. Afterwards was the most delightful part of all!. “You appear,” she said, without any sign of anger in her tone, and with unruffled
composure, “to be a very impertinent person. 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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