So I thought maybe Mr.
Farmer was--" "Never you mind who he was.

He was a darned blackguard and his name ain't mentioned in this house.

That's all I can tell you and you mustn't ask any more questions.

Why, if your Uncle Zoeth--yes, or your Uncle Shad either--was to hear you askin' about him--they'd--I don't know what they'd do.

I'm goin' to tear this thing up." He would have torn the photograph across, but the girl seized his hands.
"Oh, no, you mustn't," she cried.