"You wouldn't know what I was talking about," he replied with contempt.
"I think I would."
"Bah!"
He turned from her with a wave of angry dismissal, seized his papers and began to read again his instructions to Tom.
"I'm not such a fool as you think," she began menacingly. "I've read your platform with some care and I've been thinking it over at odd times since your speech was reported."
"And you contemplate entering politics?" he interrupted with a smile.
"Who knows?"
She watched him keenly while she slowly uttered these words and saw the flash of uneasiness cross his face, "But don't worry," she laughed.
"I'll not!"
"You may for all that!" she sneered, "but I'll not enter politics as you fear. That would be too cheap. I don't care what you do to negroes. I've a drop of their blood in me——"