“I could, Jim, if I thought you would begin by doing one thing.”
“And that is?”
“Not try to get even with MacNutt.”
She could feel the galvanic movement of uncontrol that sped down his knees.
“When that damned welcher gives me back what is mine, fair and square and honest, then he can go his way and I’ll go mine—but not before!”
“But, was it fair and square and honest?”
“About as much so as most of the money people get—and I’m going to have it!”
“And that means going back to all the old mean, humiliating ways, to the old, degrading dodges, and the old, incessant dangers!”
“But it’s ours, that money—every cent of it—it’s what we’ve got to have to start over again with!”
“Then you will scheme and plot and fight for it? And keep on and on and on, struggling in this big quicksand of wrong-doing, until we are deeper than ever?”