Part 8 And as she sat on her bed that night, musing and half-undressed, she began to run one hand down her arm and scrutinize the soft flow of muscle under her skin. He knew that tragedy was as blind as justice, that it struck the child and the grown-up impartially. She had asked about that already, and her father had replied, evasively: “We’ll have to see about that, little Vee; we’ll have to see about that. “Good,” he said, as he watched the colour come back to her cheeks. She gulped for air merely, for it had been difficult to breathe with his hand almost cutting off the supply to her lungs. Your history, your actions, nay, your very thoughts are better known to me than to your spiritual adviser. ‘Sapristi,’ he shouted angrily. Seconded by his strength and temper, his skill rendered him invincible and he is reputed never to have lost a battle.
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