“Lord, how much? Will fifty be enough? It's all I've got.”
“Give him twenty. We'll need the rest.”
It was not until they were seated in the waiting cab and sank back among the shadows, that Jim crushed her in his arms and kissed her until she cried for mercy.
“The gall of that preacher, kissing you!” he muttered savagely. “You know, I come within an ace of pasting him one on the nose!”
CHAPTER XI. “UNTIL DEATH”
The lights burned in the hall with unusual brightness. Ella stood in the open door of the room, through which the light was streaming. With its radiance came the perfume of roses—the scrub-woman's gift of love. The room was a bower of gorgeous flowers. She had spent her last cent in this extravagance. Mary swept the place with a look of amazement.
“Oh, Ella,” she cried, “how could you be so silly!”
“You like them, ja?” Ella asked softly.
“They're glorious—but you should not have made such a sacrifice for me.”