She reflected fast. “There’s two ways a woman can take money from a man. The man may love her and marry her; or perhaps he don’t marry her, but loves her just the same. Then she can take it; but when––”
“When she only renders him a—a great service––”
“Ah, but that’s just what I didn’t do. You said you wanted me to send you to the devil—and now you ain’t a-goin’ to go.”
He grew excited. “But, good Lord, girl, you don’t expect me to go to the devil just to keep my word to you.”
“I don’t want you to do anything just to keep your word to me,” she returned, fiercely. “I only want you to let me get away.”
He came down the remaining step, beginning to pace back and forth as he always did when approaching the condition he called “going off the hooks.” Letty found him a marvelous figure in his scarlet robe, and with his mass of diabolic black hair.
“Yes, and if I let you get away, where would you get away to?”
“Oh, I’ll find a place.”
“A place in jail as a vagrant, as I said the other day.”