I can guess what's troublin' you; it's young Brown.

You've told him you're a woman-hater, haven't you ?" "Yes, I have." "Humph! Is he one, too ?" The lightkeeper's mouth was twisted with a violent emotion.

He remembered his view of that afternoon's swimming lesson.
"He said he was," he snarled.

"He pretends he is." Mrs.Bascom smiled.

"I want to know," she said.