"'BY ALL THAT'S SACRED, WHERE DID YOU GET THIS BOOK?'"
—Page 304
"Why, Dad! What's the matter? Irene lent me the book. It belongs to her father."
"Her father! You don't mean to tell me your friend's father is David Beverley?"
"Why not, Dad," whispered Lorna, looking with apprehension into his haggard, excited face.
She guessed even before he spoke what the answer was going to be.
"David Beverley is the man who ruined my life!"
The blow which had fallen was utterly overwhelming. For a moment Lorna fought against the knowledge like a drowning man battling with the waters.
"Oh, Dad! Surely there's some mistake. It can't be! Isn't it some other Beverley perhaps?"