"Keep her away from that old blackguard.

Keep her away from all the gang.

Believe me, she is looking for trouble by even speaking to them." "But the man's her father," Tavernake objected, "and he seems fond of her." "Don't you believe it," Pritchard went on.

"He's fond of nothing and nobody but himself and easy living.

He's soft, mind you, he's got plenty of sentiment, he 'll squeeze a tear out of his eye, and all that sort of thing, but he'd sell his soul, or his daughter's soul, for a little extra comfort.