“Cora,” he gasped, “you wouldn’t do that!”

“Oh, get out! Get out now! I’m tired of you. I never want to hear you speak again.”

“Cora,” he begged. “For the last time——”

No! You made a fool of me!” She beat him upon the breast, striking again and again, with all her strength. “Get out, I tell you! I’m through with you!”

He tried to make her listen, to hold her wrists: he could do neither.

“Get out—get out!” she screamed. She pushed and dragged him toward the door, and threw it open. Her voice thickened; she choked and coughed, but kept on screaming: “Get out, I tell you! Get out, get out, damn you! Damn you, damn you! get out!”

Still continuing to strike him with all her strength, she forced him out of the door.


CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO