“And then, as if this was not enough, and she had not stood sufficiently in the light of this child’s sister, Betsey Trotwood,” said my aunt, “she marries a second time⁠—goes and marries a Murderer⁠—or a man with a name like it⁠—and stands in this child’s light! And the natural consequence is, as anybody but a baby might have foreseen, that he prowls and wanders. He’s as like Cain before he was grown up, as he can be.”

Mr. Dick looked hard at me, as if to identify me in this character.