“You——!” said Joe thickly. “I’ll pay you out for this!”
Jewel turned around. Her broad face creased into wrinkles. She laughed richly in her throat.
“You come here!” said Joe.
“You come here!” she said coolly. “You don’t own me!”
“I’ll show you!”
She awaited him massively. He did not go to her in a straight line, but veered; and his shoulders writhed. His darting eyes could not meet her steady, laughing ones. His eyes were perfectly irresponsible. Deep, fixed lines of pain and bliss were etched about his grinning lips.
“By God! One of these days I’ll kill you!” he muttered, enraptured.
She laughed from her capacious breast. “You talk so big!”
Raising himself on his elbow, Joe felt around on the bed for the cigarettes. “Just the same,” he said in an aggrieved voice, “I don’t see why you’ve got to have anybody but me.”