"It doesn't mean—that. You've misread it."
"It does mean just that to every poor, silly fool of a girl that reads it. What else can it mean? 'The most obstinate cases'—"
"Don't! Don't!" There was a pause, then:
"Of course, you can't stay in the Certina factory after this."
A bitter access of mirth seized the girl. The sound of it
"rang cracked and thin, Like a fiend's laughter, heard in Hell, Far down."
"Of course!" she mocked. "The pious and holy Dr. Surtaine couldn't have an employee who went wrong. Not even though it was his lies that helped tempt her."
"Don't try to put it off on me. You are suffering for your own sin, my girl," accused the quack.
"I'll stand my share of it; the suffering and the disgrace, if there is any. But you've got to stand your share. You promised to get me out of this and I believed you."
"I! Promised to—"