"You can't get out without losin'
what you've got in the business, and he _won't_ get out."
"Are you going to permit him to continue paying his odious attentions
to me--to your wife?" she cried.
"I don't care what he does," roared Braddock. "That's his business.
You don't have to give in to him, do you? If he thinks you've got a
price, that's his lookout, not mine."
"Not yours?" she gasped. "Oh, Tom! Tom! What manner of man have you
come to be?"
"Well, I'm just tellin' you, that's all."
"You--you surely are not in your right mind."
"You bet I am! Now, you listen to me. You are going to stick right
with this show--you and Christine. And you're going to do what I tell
you to do. You got to treat Bob Grand half-way decent. He's liable to
leave us in the lurch any time. How'd you suppose we'd get on without
his help right now? Just as soon as we get on our feet I'll put an end
to his funny business. I'll show him what's what. He'll get out of the
show business a heap sight wiser man than he is now. But we need him
now. We got to stand together, you and me. No flunking, see. We--"
"Stop!" She stood before him like an outraged priestess.
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