She's my girl--MY GIRL, do you understand ?--and I'll have his life." It was hate that animated him, and nothing more.

He had no joy in the finding of his offspring, no uplifted thought of justice.

The thirst for revenge, personal, violent, utter, was all that prompted this man; but Burrell had no inkling yet of the father's well-shaped plans, nor how far-reaching they were, and could barely stammer: "So! You--you know ?" "Yes! She wears the evidence around her neck, and if that isn't enough I can furnish more--evidence enough to smother you.

My name isn't Stark at all; I changed it years ago for certain reasons.

I've changed it more than once, but that's my privilege and my own affair.