“No; I have a stronger will and greater resolution.”
Her face did not belie her words. There was a cold look in her light gray eyes, and a firmness in her closely pressed lips, which made it clear that she was not likely to be affected by ordinary weakness. She was intensely selfish, and thoroughly unscrupulous as to the means which she employed to carry out her selfish ends.
So you’re afraid the boy’ll turn up, ma’am?”
“Precisely.”
“Then why do you look for him?”
“I want to guard against his ever turning up.”
“He don’t know about the property.”
“But he might have learned, or you might. My husband, with the idea of reparation, left the property to me, in trust, but if it should ever be fully ascertained that the boy had died, then it was to be mine absolutely.”
“I begin to see what you’re driving at, ma’am.”
“You say the boy is alive?”