"'You don't think a great deal of us,' I remonstrated, taking my arm away.
"'No, I don't!' she said with sudden hard viciousness of tone. 'I've had very little reason to, so far.'
"'You are meeting trouble half way, going on like this,' I said, severely. 'Come now. I insist. Promise me you will write when you get to Saloniki. Here, I'll give you my address.' And I gave it to her. She sighed.
"'I'm not afraid of life,' she said, 'when it is fair play. But I haven't had fair play. I've been up against it every time. If I got a chance——'
"'What sort of a chance?' I asked, curiously. There was a look of savage determination on her face, and she clenched her teeth and hands on the word 'chance.'
"'Oh, I'm not done yet,' she exclaimed to the air. 'I'm in a fix, but if I ever get out of it alive, look out!'
"'What do you mean?' I asked again.
"'Nothing that you would approve of,' she answered, dropping her voice. 'Nothing any of you would approve of.'
"'That means it's something foolish,' I remarked.
"'Perhaps. We'll see,' she retorted.