And I say there is no harm in her.

I have made up my mind on that score." He leaned nearer his sister and laid one hand on hers where it lay across the hammock's edge: "Nina; no woman could have done what she has done, and continue to do what she does, and be mentally sound.

This, at last, is my conclusion." "It has long been my conclusion," she said under her breath.
He stared at the floor out of gray eyes grown dull and hopeless.
"Phil," whispered his sister, "suppose--suppose--what happened to her father--" "I know." She said again: "It was slow at first, a brilliant eccentricity--that gradually became--something else less pleasant.

Oh, Phil! Phil!" "It was softening of the brain," he said, "was it not ?" "Yes--he entertained a delusion of conspiracy against him--also a complacent conviction of the mental instability of others.

Yet, at intervals he remained clever and witty and charming." "And then ?" "Phil--he became violent at times." "Yes.