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Portrait of B. L. Farjeon B. L. Farjeon The Betrayal of John Fordham

Why, then, should I declare myself a murderer and bring despair upon Ellen, bring ignominy and shame upon her and our child? Life-long despair, life-long ignominy. Every man's finger would be pointed at her. In my child's ears would ring the words, "Your father is a murderer!" Better for him never to have been born.
I had not myself alone to think of, to act for, Ellen could never now be my wife, the delights of home would never be mine. But for her, a lesser evil, though she would never realize it, was to be found in my concealment of my crime.
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Portrait of B. L. Farjeon B. L. Farjeon The Betrayal of John Fordham

For angels are faultless, you know. I am deeply religious, John, dear. There are angels and devils. The good people become angels, the wicked people devils."
"You are mixing up things, rather, are you not, Barbara?"
"Well, it is full of mystery, and who does know for certain? But one can believe; there is no harm in that, is there?"
"None at all."
"And I believe there is a heaven and a hell. You believe it, too, of course?"
"Assuredly I believe there is a heaven, but not that there is a hell hereafter."
She pondered over the words. "A hell hereafter! Why the 'hereafter,' dear?"
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Portrait of B. L. Farjeon B. L. Farjeon The Betrayal of John Fordham

Louis?"
"I will become one," said Louis, gallantly, "under your instructions. How do you do, John? What a pretty house you've got!"
I shook hands with him and with my stepmother. Louis was cordial enough in his manner; my stepmother was frigid. Years had passed since I had seen her or Louis, but she had not forgotten, and never would forget. Only with her death would the old animosity die out. She was no older in appearance; Louis had grown into a well-built man, and she doted on him, as she had done since his birth. A good-looking man, too, but for the scar on his forehead.
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