I saw him at the window. I've been trailing you
all evening. Keep off that window-sill, you little fool! I'm not
going to kill you. But I'm going to get him, all right, and don't
you forget it."
His milder tone and the threat frightened her more than ever. He
would get Graham; he was like that. Get him in some cruel, helpless
way; that was the German blood in him. She began to play for time,
with instinctive cunning.
"Listen, Rudolph," she said. "I'll tell you all about it. He did
come up, but he left right away. We quarreled. He threw me over,
Rudolph. That's what he did."
Her own words reminded her of her humiliation, and tears came into
her eyes.
"He threw me over! Honest he did. That's why I threw his watch out
of the window. That's straight, Rudolph. That's straight goods.
I'm not lying now."
"God!" said Rudolph. "The dirty pup. Then - then you're through
with him, eh?"
"I'm through, all right."
Her tone carried conviction. Rudolph's face relaxed, and seeing
that, she remembered her half-dressed condition.
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