"
"And get strung up yourself! Now listen?" he argued. "You leave
this to me. I'll find her. I've got a friend, a city detective,
and he'll help me, see? We'll get her back, all right. Only you've
got to keep your hands off her. It's the Spencers that have got
to pay."
Herman went back to the sink, slowly.
"That is right. It is the Spencers," he muttered.
Rudolph went out. Late in the evening he came back, with the news
that the search was on. And, knowing Herman's pride, he assured
him that the hill need never learn of Anna's flight, and if any
inquiries came he advised him to say the girl was sick.
In Rudolph's twisted mind it was not so much Anna's delinquency that
enraged him. The hill had its own ideas of morality. But he was
fiercely jealous, with that class-jealousy which was the fundamental
actuating motive of his life. He never for a moment doubted that
she had gone to Graham.
And, sitting by the fire in the little house, old Herman's untidy
head shrunk on his shoulders, Rudolph almost forgot Anna in plotting
to use this new pawn across the hearth from him in his game of
destruction.
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