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He was a good foster dad that had never so much as leered at her, not even once. He was part of the firm Martyska, Seeberg, and Diedermayer. " Half an hour later she laid aside the book. There was no keeping Sheila from the truth, and it was better that anyone who lived under her roof knew it. I deemed it more prudent to send him to the Dark House than to bring him here, in case of any search after him by his adoptive father—the carpenter Wood. ” He spoke loudly. “We will do Paris like the tourists, and thank God here comes dinner. ‘You are related to General Lord Charvill?’ ‘Monsieur le baron, he is my grandpére,’ she confirmed. Supposing that was it; at least, a solution to part of this amazing riddle? Supposing her father had made her assist him in the care of the derelicts solely to fill her with loathing and abhorrence for mankind? "Didn't you despise the men your father brought home—the beachcombers?" "No. “Cut her throat!” Sebastian snapped.
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