"But what do you suppose she did?"
"How did she know that the money was in your waistcoat-pocket, now? How did she know that I came from Warwickshire? And then she had a way of going about the room as though she could have raised herself off her feet in a moment if she had chosen. And then her swearing, and the rest of it,—so unlike any other woman, you know."
"But do you think she could have made Julia hate me?"
"Ah, I can't tell that. There are such lots of things going on now-a-days that a fellow can understand nothing about! But I've no doubt of this,—if you were to tie her up with ropes ever so, I don't in the least doubt but what she'd get out."
Archie was awe-struck, and made two or three strokes after this; but then he plucked up his courage and asked a question,—
"Where do you suppose they get it from, Doodles?"
"That's just the question."
"Is it from—the devil, do you think?" said Archie, whispering the name of the Evil One in a very low voice.
"Well, yes; I suppose that's most likely."
"Because they don't seem to do a great deal of harm with it after all. As for my money, she would have had that any way, for I intended to give it to her."