"He would," said Anna. "'There's enough in this purse,' he said, 'to pay your interest twenty times over.'"
"Did he say that?"
"He did. He took his pocket-book out of his breast-pocket and----"
"His breast-pocket, you say?"
"Yes, 'and I'll give the money to your son,' he said, 'if he'll give me the girl instead.'"
Anna talked on in an innocent, helpless way without knowing what bad work she was doing, but suddenly, mysteriously, at the mention of the purse a change passed over Magnus's face and it grew ugly with evil passions.
"He must be rich," said Anna.
"Richer than anybody has a right to be," said Magnus.
"Surely God can not mean that anybody should be as rich as that while other people are so poor."
"God!" said Magnus, and his distorted face quivered.