CHAPTER XII.
"GOD help me! save I take my part Of danger on the roaring sea, A devil rises in my heart, Far worse than any death to me." TENNYSON'S _Sailor-boy_.
The fact that my father had sent me back against my will to a school where I had suffered so much and learnt so little, ought perhaps to have drawn us together when he discovered his mistake.

Unfortunately it did not.

He was deeply annoyed with himself for having been taken in by Snuffy, but he transferred some of this annoyance to me, on grounds which cut me to the soul, and which I fear I resented so much that I was not in a mood that was favourable to producing a better understanding between us.

The injustice which I felt so keenly was, that my father reproached me with having what he called "kept him in the dark" about the life at Crayshaw's.

At my age I must have seen how wicked the man and his system were.
I reminded him that I had run away from them once, and had told all that I dared, but that he would not hear me then.