"Are you sure ?" "Yes.

I saw myself when I knew your father as Berwin, that he had lost that little finger." "Then, Lucian, you did _not_ see my father!" "What!" cried Denzil, hardly able to credit her words.
"My father never lost a finger!" cried Diana, starting to her feet.

"Ah, Lucian, I now begin to see light.

That man who called himself Berwin, who was murdered, was not my father.

No, I believe--on my soul, I believe that my father, Mark Vrain, is alive!".