There was a letter, too, upon her which gave a clue.

But she never named you and evidently meant not to name you....

Poor child! She may have thought herself strong, and then things have come over her wave on wave.

Her grandfather--that dark upbringing on tenets harsh and wrathful--certainty of disgrace.
Pitiful!" There came a sound from the chair pushed back from the light.

Mr.
Wotherspoon measured the table with his fingers.
"It seems that the countryside was searching for her.