He would take the shortest cut, whatever it meant.

He wouldn't care what agony he inflicted so long as he gained his end and made you live." "I don't think he is quite so callous as that," Olga said, but even as she said it she wondered.
"You will if he ever has to doctor you," rejoined Violet.

"I wonder what Mrs.Briggs thought of him.

We'll find out to-day." Mrs.Briggs was the daughter of the old woman who had died the preceding week at "The Ship Inn," whither they were bound that morning.

She had nursed Violet in her infancy, and was a privileged acquaintance of both girls.
They found her busy pastry-making, for the business of the establishment had not been suspended during her recent troubles.