19/60 That's the toughest part...." Wright ended abruptly, and then broke out fiercely: "But, by God, he'll never come back!" Wright's slow pacing quickened and he strode from the parlor, leaving behind him a silence eloquent of the effect of his sinister prediction. Sally, my wits are sadly mixed. I ought to be glad if somebody kills my father's defamer. But, oh, I can't be! "This bloody frontier makes me sick. Papa doesn't want me to stay for good. |