She stopped in a fit of coughing, a dry, hard, tearing cough that left her exhausted.
"Well, Sis?"
"I went to the agents—this will make you cry or laugh; I did both—and I found they were my agents—the house was my house."
"Poor Sis!"
"One of those Dick left—mine, you understand. I've been spending the blood of those people, eating, wearing, amusing myself with it."
"Yes, and going down there to get caught in the same trap. I don't see anything funny about that."
"Alden Teevan would. I must tell him of it—my own dungeon closing in on me."
"Nonsense! You're morbid, girl. Tenements have got to be dirty. Trinity Church itself has a fine bunch of the worst kind."
"I'm not a church, dear. This tenement is coming down. I gave orders to-day."
"Well, you stay away from it. You're in bad shape, my girl."