"Then you criminals stand by each other?"
Her morbid curiosity did not surprise him.
"I guess we stand by each other as well as the capitalists."
"Did you ever hear this sentence, young man,—'Whatsoever a man soweth, that also shall he reap?'"
"Often, ma'am, in the training-school."
"The what?"
"The school for crime, where I learned my trade, a steamboat that used to hang round New York in the dark, and pick up pupils at different wharves. Some of the big crooks used to come on board, and give us talks. We had gambling games, and all kinds of instruction given. We kept the windows covered on account of the harbour police, then toward morning we went ashore."
Miss Gastonguay, trying to subdue the loathing that overpowered her, was silent for a few seconds; then, urged on by the inexorable flight of time, she lifted her eyelids, and burst out with a fascinated question, "Did you ever kill any one?"
"No, ma'am; I'm a business criminal."
"What drew you to Rossignol?"