"
Ransom Vane began now, with the intention of talking against time, with
the hope that some one might happen along, and assist in capturing the
tramp.
"Nothin' but a child, eh?" with a brutal sneer. "I'd like ter know whar
you git yer old gals then, ef Miss Vic war a spring chicken."
The young man's blood boiled to resent the insult.
Nevertheless, his prudence still held his passions down.
"Perry, why will you speak so brutally?"
"Look a-here, Rans, I ain't none o' your kid-glove kind. I allus speaks
out what I hev to say. I hate you and yourn, and I jest tell you in plain
English 'at I'm glad your sister's dead; not fur her sake, but because it
makes you suffer."
"And this is why you murdered her?"
"Who said I did it?"
"You have just admitted as much."
"That's a lie! I never make such foolish admissions as that. I'd look
well owning up to somethin' I didn't do."
"Do you mean to tell me that you did not murder Victoria?" cried the
young man in a tone of intense feeling.
"Of course I didn't. I ain't no fool."
"I cannot believe you."
"I don't ask ye to.
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