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and does he ever understand himself?
His fancies change with every shifting breeze! I will tell you," he continued, addressing himself to Errington, "how he came to be, as it were, a bit of our home.

Just before Thelma was born, I was walking with my wife one day on the shore, when we both caught sight of something bumping against our little pier, like a large box or basket.

I managed to get hold of it with a boat-hook and drag it in; it was a sort of creel such as is used to pack fish in, and in it was the naked body of a half-drowned child.

It was an ugly little creature--a newly born infant deformity--and on its chest there was a horrible scar in the shape of a cross, as though it had been gashed deeply with a pen-knife.