I mean, Don, shirking the course of study the old minister mapped out for you when your sister kept on plugging.

You need it." "Nothing mattered," said the boy bitterly.

"I knew I wouldn't stay.

I didn't dare.

Once," he added in a low voice, "when Uncle cursed my sister and threw a bottle of brandy at her, I made up my mind to kill him." "Good Lord!" said Brian, shocked.
"That's one of the reasons I don't dare go back.