A passionate satisfaction glittered in his eyes.
“Yes! it’s a plumb pity that you and him never happened to meet up.”
There was cold cruelty in his tantalizing voice.
“You mean—you mean—” she stammered with colorless lips—“that—that you’re only tormenting me again—you don’t intend—”
“That depends.” His pupils dilated, his white teeth gleamed.
“But you promised, Pete! Haven’t you any honor—not a speck?”
“I git what I want any way I can git it. That’s me—Mullendore.”
“Tell me what you want! Is it money, Pete?”
“Money! Hell! What’s money good for to me? Money’s only to blow after you’ve got enough to eat. What do you spose I want? I want you!”
“What do you mean?”