At this Jean shrank back. Did every one know about that? As he tightened his hold on her she pulled the purse from her belt, and held it out to him.
“Here, take it,” she said. “It is solid gold, and worth a lot of money.”
“Then that check?” he demanded.
“What check?”
“The one you took out of the yellow envelope. Can’t let that go. It’s too handy,” and he attempted to snatch the letter from her free hand.
“OH!” SHE SCREAMED. “WHAT DO YOU WANT?”
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With a scream the girl flung the letter into the roadway, and, as she did so, the man, still sneering, allowed her to go free.
Almost too frightened to move, Jean forced herself to run, but when she reached the hill—Glenwood hill, she could go no farther. Feeling a sudden faintness, she managed to reach a spot where a roadside bench was constructed. Here she threw herself down, moaning and sobbing.
“Oh, my letter,” she cried, “he has all—my letter!”