"You did make a fool of me, but my eyes are open.

Your aunt's right about you." "Oh, Uncle George!" said the girl, a sob in her voice.
But he gazed pitilessly--gazed at the woman he was now abhorring as the treacherous, fallen, unsexed daughter of fallen Lorella.
"Speak out.

Crying won't help you.

What have you and this fellow been up to?
You disgrace!" Susan shrank and shivered, but answered steadfastly, "That's between him and me, Uncle." Warham gave a snort of fury, turned to the elder Wright.

"You see, Wright," cried he.