“I don't see how you can get my signature very well—unless you forge it; but then I suppose that will not stand in your way.”
“Now by all that is most holy,” cried Leon, vehemently, “you make me hate you even worse than I hate Wiggins.”
“Really, these feelings of yours are a subject in which I do not take the smallest interest.”
“I tell you,” cried Leon, struggling to repress his rage, “if you sign this paper you shall be free.”
“Let me be free first, and then I will think about it.”
“If you get free you'll refuse to sign,” said Leon.
“But if I were to sign first I should never be free.”
“You shall be free. I promise you on the honor of a gentleman,” cried Leon, earnestly.
“I'm afraid,” said Edith, in a tone of quiet contempt, “that the security is of too little value.”
Leon looked at her with fury in his eyes.