“The child!” sneered Molly. “Why, she’s a little river rat—a bold, nasty––”
Theodore King raised his great shoulders, throwing back his closely cropped head. Then he sprang to refute the terrible aspersion against the girl he loved.
“Stop!” he commanded in a harsh voice, leaning over the panting woman. “And now I’ll ask you how you dare?” he finished. 191
Molly answered him bravely, catching her breath in a sob.
“I dare because I’m a woman.... I dare because I know what she’s doing. If she hadn’t played her cards well, you’d never’ve paid any attention to her at all.... No one can make me believe you would have been interested in a—in a––”
The man literally whirled from the porch, bounded into the motor, turned the wheel, and shot rapidly away.