Frank R. Stockton,
Kate Bonnet — XXXII
(1901)
“ Kate put down the letter and some colour came into her face; she bowed her head in thankful prayer."He is dead," she said, "and now he cannot harm my father." That was the only thought she had regarding this hot-brained and infatuated lover. He was dead, her father was safe from him. How he died, how Dickory came to bring the letter, how anything had happened that had happened except the death of Captain Vince, did not at this moment concern her. Not until now had she known how the fear of the vengeful captain of the Badger had constantly been with her. ”
