Burke swung himself around in a movement of complete disgust.
“She didn't get her time for good behavior.”
Mary raised her head, haughtily, with a gesture of high disdain.
“And I'm proud of it!” came her instant retort. “Do you know what goes on there behind those stone walls? Do you, Mr. District Attorney, whose business it is to send girls there? Do you know what a girl is expected to do, to get time off for good behavior? If you don't, ask the keepers.”
Gilder moved fussily.
“And you——”
Mary swayed a little, standing there before her questioner.
“I served every minute of my time—every minute of it, three full, whole years. Do you wonder that I want to get even, that some one has got to pay? Four years ago, you took away my name—and gave me a number.... Now, I've given up the number—and I've got your name.”