Margie’s face colored.
“I want the others.”
“I have no others.”
“These are but letters from a lover. Where are the papers that once belonged to the old hag?”
“That is not for me to tell.”
“You defy me, eh?”
“I defy no one.”
“I’ll choke you to death but what I get the truth. I’ll have the right papers or your life!”
“You must take my life, then.”
The girl had strangely recovered her self-possession.