human
I have heard that already. Mother told me. But I don't believe it. That man never, never attempted or committed a crime. If he were guilty could he lift his eyes to mine so steadfastly, I, the son of my father? There is some horrible, horrible mistake. I don't know what, nor how, but there is. And I will find it out, will set it right. I must. I shall never know another moment's peace until I do. Those eyes of his! Why, sister, do you know that it was little Margot, that man's daughter, who saved me from starvation in the forest? Yes, saved my life; and whose influence has turned me from an idle, careless lad into--a man.