"Yes," he said reluctantly.

"I'm afraid I do.

Now, if you will listen to me for a minute or two." He told his story with a grim, convincing quietness, and the blood crept into the girl's cheeks as she followed his discoveries step by step.

Glancing at her aunt, she saw that there was horror as well as belief in the gentle lady's face.
"Then," she said, with cold incisiveness, "Ferris cannot stay here, and he shall be punished." "No," said Dane.

"We have no room for a lad of his disposition at Silverdale--but I'm very uncertain in regard to the rest.