“You know that I am not one of you,” said the girl.
“Yes, you are,” said Munn; “you don’t want to be because the light has been denied you, but I’ve sealed you and sanctified you to the Shining Band, and you just can’t help being one of us. Besides,” he continued, with an ugly smile, “I’m your legal guardian.”
This was a lie; but she did not know it.
“So I want to see those papers,” he added.
“Why?” she asked.
“Oh, legal matters; I’ve got to examine ’em or I can’t sell this land.”
“Father told me not to open the box until … I found an … honest man,” she said, steadily.
Munn glared at her. She had caught him in a lie years ago; she never forgot it.
“Where’s the key?” he demanded.
She was silent.