Brendon was silent. The Night-Cellar. If he laid his own suspicions boldly before the girl, and in the end the boy came clean, he would always be haunted by the witless cruelty of the act. ‘Certainly you may have me under guard. He righted a chair and sat in it, his face in his hands. Her cheeks flushed a dull red.
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