The Betrayal by E. Phillips (Edward Phillips) Oppenheim
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thought of that hateful word."
"You have stricken it mortally," I answered, "but I can scarcely promise so speedy a funeral. However, what more I feel," I added, "I will keep to myself." "It would be better," he answered curtly. "You have asked me," I said, "many questions. I am emboldened to ask you one. You have spoken of my father." The look he threw upon me was little short of terrible. "Ay," he answered, "I have spoken of him. Let me tell you this, young man. If I believed that you were a creature of his breed, if I believed that a drop of his black blood ran in your veins, I would take you by the neck now and throw you into the nearest creek where the water was deep enough to drown." I rose to my feet, trembling. "If those are your feelings, sir," I declared, "I have no wish to claim your kindness." "Sit down, boy," he answered coldly. "I have no fear of you. Nature does not pay us so evil a trick as to send us two such as he in successive generations." He rose and looked out of the window. The storm had abated but little. The roar of the sea and wind was still like thunder in the air. Black |
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