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‘Nay,’ he laughed; ‘I’m not daggeroso.’
‘But he’ll do something to you. You don’t know him.’
‘All right,’ he said, ‘we’ll see.’
‘And you’ll let him?’
‘Perhaps, if I can’t help it.’
‘And if he kills you?’ she said.
‘I should be sorry, for his sake and mine.’
Clara was silent for a moment.
‘You DO make me angry!’ she exclaimed.
‘That’s nothing afresh,’ he laughed.
‘But why are you so silly? You don’t know him.’
‘And don’t want.’
‘Yes, but you’re not going to let a man do as he likes with
you?’
‘What must I do?’ he replied, laughing.
‘I should carry a revolver,’ she said. ‘I’m sure he’s dan-
gerous.’
‘I might blow my fingers off,’ he said.
‘No; but won’t you?’ she pleaded.
‘No.’
‘Not anything?’
‘No.’
‘And you’ll leave him to—-?’
‘Yes.’
‘You are a fool!’
‘Fact!’
She set her teeth with anger.
‘I could SHAKE you!’ she cried, trembling with passion.
‘Why?’