25/31 Then the blood rushed to her face, and, to his astonishment, she uttered a strange laugh. 'Now I know that you are indeed capable of shameful things. You think I shall believe that of my father ?' Dagworthy knew what it was to feel despicable. He would, in this moment, have relinquished all his hope to be able to retract those words. He was like a beaten dog before her; and the excess of his degradation made him brutal. |