"No, you're just a liar, Bud M'Ginnis!" and she would have turned from him, but his savage grip stayed her.
"A liar, am I?" he cried. "Why, then, you're sister to a crook, see! Your brother's a thief! a crook! You ain't got much t' be s' proud over—"
"Let me go!"
"Listen! Your brother got into this guy's house t' steal, and this millionaire guy caught him—in the act! An' havin' nothin' better t' do, he makes young Spike bring him down here—just t' see th' kind o' folks as lives in Hell's Kitchen, see? Then he meets you—you look kind o' good t' him, so he says t' th' Kid, 'Look here,' he says, 'you help me game along with y'r sister, an' we'll call it quits—'"
Breaking from his hold, Hermione entered the little parlour, and sinking down beside the table, crouched there, hiding her face, while M'Ginnis, leaning in the doorway, watched her, his strong hands twisting and wrenching at the neckerchief.
"Ah, leave me now!" she pleaded, "you've done enough, so—go now—go!"
"Oh, I'll go. I come here t' put ye wise—an' I have! You're on to it all now, I guess. Nooport and Fifth Av'ner's a good ways from Hell's Kitchen and Tenth Av'ner, an' they can't never come together. I guess there's sure some difference between this swell guy with all his millions an' a Tenth Av'ner girl as is a—thief's sister—"
Slowly Hermione lifted her head and looked up at him, and M'Ginnis saw that in her face which struck him mute; the neckerchief fell from his nerveless fingers and lay there all unheeded.
"Hermione," he muttered, "I—girl, are ye—sick?"
"Go!" she whispered, "go!"