"Yes! I hate him--hate him--hate him--and all belonging to him.

Is it wicked to hate?
I can't help it when it's my own father's honor that's at stake.
Oh, Daddy, Daddy, if I could only 'get even' I'd be content.

It seems so hard to let the wicked prosper and just do nothing.

Why should some people have all the laughter of life and others all the tears ?" Lorna parted reluctantly from her father on Monday morning.

He sailed by a very early boat, so that the sun had not yet risen high, as, after watching his vessel leave the harbor, she turned from the Marina to walk back to the Casa Verdi.