She is the daughter of the man and woman I loved best.

All I can do is to watch over her.

She lives on her earnings as a newspaper writer.

I'd give her half of all I have if I had the least idea she would accept it." "Fond of her ?" "Fond of her!" repeated Cutty.

"Why, of course I'm fond of her!" There was a touch of indignation in his tone.
"Is she fond of you ?" "I suppose so." What was the chap driving at?
"Then marry her," suggested Hawksley with a cynical smile; "make a settlement and give her her freedom.