Even the wild boar has its affections and moments of gentleness.

A week ago Lisa could have trampled the life out of this woman who had slandered her dead mother, with the fury of any wild beast.

For she was Pauline Felix's daughter.
It was her mother's name that Mrs.Waldeaux had said could not be spoken by any decent woman.

Lisa had been but a child, but she had held her mother's head close to her stout little heart as she lay dying--that awful mysterious death of which the young man had tried to make a telling story.

The girl crossed herself now and closed her tired eyes as she thought of it.