"I sha'n't forget this. I know that much," and hurried away with his burden.
Esther sprang up from her seat by the window. Her misfortunes had not made her hard. She saw a light in Evanthia's amber eyes as she made her preparations, a light that frightened her.
"Nobody will ever be able to do anything with you," she muttered. "I must go home to get supper for my husband. You got a good man, and you throw him away like so much rubbish. You got no sense."
"I go!" said Evanthia, pausing with her hands full of things she was stuffing into a bag. "Do I not go?"
"You go!" said Esther savagely. "You make him take you to the town to see your fellow."
"Oh!" exclaimed Evanthia, stopping again and stifling a laugh. She had not thought of such a thing. "What you must think of me!" she murmured.
"And then tell him you are finished. You have a heart, yes, as big as that ring on your finger. You take everything from him, and now you...."
With a sudden gesture of rage the girl flung the things away and stood up to her friend.
"I'll kill you!" she growled through her teeth. "I know you! You are jealous, jealous, jealous! I see you talk, talk English to him at the bath-house. I see you go out with him for the walk through the village. I hear you talk to him about that girl Vera he saw once in Odessa. All right! Go with him! Go! Here are the things. Take them! I spit at you. You...."
She fell back, exhausted with the ferocity of her passion, her hands still making gestures of dismissal to the silent and scornful Esther who remained motionless yet alert, ready to take her own part.