“I never should have taken you for a bushranger. You look too honest.”
The other laughed.
“I think I was meant to be an honest man,” he said. “That is, I am better suited to it. But fate ordained otherwise.”
“Fate?”
“Yes; I believe that everything that happens to us is fated, and could not have been otherwise.”
“You think, then, that you were fated to be a bushranger?”
“I am sure of it.”
“That, then, accounts for it not troubling you.”
“You are right. We can’t kick against fate, you know.”
“I shouldn’t like to believe as you do,” said Harry earnestly.