“If I thought for a moment that there was any chance of a relapse, I should stop here and tell him the truth even now. “I cannot reason with you,” he said at last wearily. I saw the motor dashed to pieces against the wall, and I saw him pitched on his head into the road. The father was a madman. Can I give him any message for you?” “Thank you,” Anna answered. And she defies me. She had prepared herself to meet violent protest, a recurrence of that burning glance. She might scream until her voice failed; the natives would not come to her aid; they never meddled with the affairs of the whites. The floor was strewn with screws, nails, fragments of wood and stone, and across the passage lay the heavy iron fillet.
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