It's a clever and classy layout. Maggie,
exactly what's your game?"
"I'll not tell you!"
"Who's that man that's coming here?"
"I'll not tell you!"
"Is he the sucker you're out to trim?"
"I'll not tell you!"
"You will tell me!" he cried dominantly. "And you're going to get out
of all this! You hear me? It may look good to you now. But I tell you
it has only one finish! And that's a rotten finish!"
She tore free from his punishing grip, and pantingly glared at
him--her former defiance now an egoistic fury.
"I won't have you interfering with my life!--you fake preacher!--you
stool, you squealer!" she flung at him madly. "Stool--squealer!" she
repeated. "I tell you I'm going my own way--and it's a big way--and I
tell you again nothing you can say or do can stop me! If I could have
my best wish, all I'd wish for would be something to keep you from
always interfering--something to get you out of my way!"
Panting, she paused. Her tense figure, with hands closing and
unclosing, expressed the very acme of furious defiance--of desire to
annihilate--of ultimate hatred. Larry was astounded by the very
extent, the profundity, of her passion. And so they stood, silent
except for their quick breathing, eyes fixed upon eyes, for several
moments.
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