Sir George strode furiously to and fro across the room.
"Curse the day you were born, you wanton huzzy.

Curse you! curse you! Tell me the name of the man who wrote this letter," he cried, holding toward her the fragment of paper.

"Tell me his name or, I swear it before God, I swear it upon my knighthood, I will have you flogged in the upper court till you bleed.

I would do it if you were fifty times my child." Then Dorothy awakened.

The girl was herself again.