My daughter!" he cried aloud, with a ring of despair in his voice.
He recovered his composure after a while and said distinctly-- "I will never forgive you, Nina--never! If you were to come back to me now, the memory of this night would poison all my life.

I shall try to forget.

I have no daughter.

There used to be a half-caste woman in my house, but she is going even now.

You, Dain, or whatever your name may be, I shall take you and that woman to the island at the mouth of the river myself.