Chapter 8
Susie could not persuade herself that Haddo's regret was
sincere. The humility of it aroused her suspicion. She could not
get out of her mind the ugly slyness of that smile which succeeded
on his face the first passionate look of deadly hatred. Her fancy
suggested various dark means whereby Oliver Haddo might take
vengeance on his enemy, and she was at pains to warn Arthur. But he
only laughed.
'The man's a funk,' he said. 'Do you think if he'd had anything
in him at all he would have let me kick him without trying to
defend himself?'
Haddo's cowardice increased the disgust with which Arthur
regarded him. He was amused by Susie's trepidation.
'What on earth do you suppose he can do? He can't drop a
brickbat on my head. If he shoots me he'll get his head cut off,
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