"Why do you say that to me?"
"Say, don't you suppose I know how it stands with you and him?" he
retorted. "Come off, Mary. You're both trying to freeze me out. I'm on
to the little game."
"Don't speak so loudly," she implored, clasping her hands.
"Oh, I'm not tellin' any secrets," he snarled. "It's common property.
Everybody's on. I should think you'd be ashamed to look Christine in
the face."
"God forgive you, Tom Braddock," she cried, abject horror in her eyes.
"Say, I've got to have an understanding with you," he went on
ruthlessly. "I'm going to find out just how I stand in this here
arrangement. Grand's taken charge of the money box. He says it's you
and him against me. He's going to--"
"He lies! He lies!"
"Oh, let up--let up! I'm no fool."
"Tom Braddock, are you--are you _accusing me?_" she cried, all a-
tremble.
He opened his lips to utter the words which would have ended
everything between them. His eyes met hers and the words slipped back
into his throat. The spark of manhood that was left in him revolted
against this wanton assault upon the pure soul that looked out upon
him.
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