But he was not a father one could make much of. "I must tell you," she was saying. He's a Welshman, and I wouldn't for a trifle that any accident befel him. The picture in her mind altered and she saw again the way Gerald had looked with consternation upon the bruises he had inflicted on her wrist. '" "What is that?" she asked. CHAPTER IX.
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