I'm tellin' you this 'specially because you've showed such shame--sayin' you was nameless an' all that.

Nothin' on earth can be wronger than that idea of yours.

An' the truth of it is here.

Oldrin' swore to me that if Dyer died, releasin' the contract, he intended to hunt up your father an' give you back to him.

It seems Oldrin' wasn't all bad, en' he sure loved you." Venters leaned forward in passionate remorse.
"Oh, Bess! I know Lassiter speaks the truth.