He looked down at her through slits of eyes.
"To the last cent, you said."
"Yes."
"Come, then," he said. "I live alone."
"Please," she said, her palm pat against her mouth and looking at him with streaming eyes. "Please—not that—"
For answer he kissed her again so brutally that she sat down, moaning her shame.
"You're a woman of the world, Lilly. You don't want anything for nothing. Life wouldn't balance up that way."
"But I'll—"
"Yes, yes, I'm going to give you a position, too. Fifteen a week to start with, to show you I mean well by you. You beautiful sleepy-eyed thing!"
"I'm not what you think—"