8/48 Confound the boy! Did he think he could insult him as he had insulted him only that afternoon and then twist him round his little finger? He would have the truth and no compromise, if he had to wring it out of him. He would--Again the vision of those strong young shoulders, with red stripes crossing their gleaming white surface, rose before Sir Beverley. No, he hadn't meant to punish the boy to that extent, his infernal impudence notwithstanding. |