"You can go back?"
She remained silent, and he repeated the question. Then the girl turned white under her paint.
"Damn you!" she said, "what are you trying to do to me?"
"Send you home, Anne, with a couple of thousand real money. Will you go?"
"Show it to me!" she said, but her voice had become childish and tremulous and her painted mouth was quivering.
"I'm going to show it to you," he said pleasantly. "I'll get it at Square Jack's for you. If I do will you fly the coop? I mean now, to-night! Will you?"
"W-with you?"
"Dear child, I've got to cross that dirty Jersey river. I told you. You live up state, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Where?"