`` He lives down there at Four Winds , as they call it -- he and his daughter and an old cousin . '' Isabel King bent forward , her brown eyes on Alan 's face . `` Did you see Lynde Oliver ? '' she asked with suppressed eagerness . Alan ignored the question -- perhaps he did not hear it . `` Have they lived there long ? '' he asked . `` For eighteen years , '' said Mrs. Danby placidly . `` It 's funny you have n't heard them mentioned . But people do n't talk much about the Captain now -- he 's an old story -- and of course they never go anywhere , not even to church . The Captain is a rank infidel and they say his daughter is just as bad . To be sure , nobody knows much about her , but it stands to reason that a girl who 's had her bringing up must be odd , to say no worse of her . It 's not really her fault , I suppose -- her wicked old scalawag of a father is to blame for it . She 's never darkened a church or school door in her life and they say she 's always been a regular tomboy -- running wild outdoors with dogs , and fishing and shooting like a man . Nobody ever goes there -- the Captain does n't want visitors . He must have done something dreadful in his time , if it was only known , when he 's so set on living like a hermit away down on that jumping-off place . Did you see any of them ? '' `` I saw Miss Oliver , I suppose , '' said Alan briefly . `` At least I met a young lady on the shore . But where did these people come from ?
Surely more is known XXXXX them than this . ''
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