"You get your hat and coat on."
"I'll not do anything of the kind."
"D'you think I'm going to leave you here, where he can come back
whenever he wants to? You think again!"
"Where are you going to take me?"
"I'm going to take you home."
When pleading made no impression on him, and when he refused to
move without her, she threw her small wardrobe into the suitcase,
and put her hat and coat on. She was past thinking, quite hopeless.
She would go back, and her father would kill her, which would be
the best thing anyhow; she didn't care to live.
Rudolph had relapsed into moody silence. Down the stairs, and on
the street he preceded her, contemptuously letting her trail behind.
He carried her suitcase, however, and once, being insecurely
fastened, it opened and bits of untidy apparel littered the pavement.
He dropped the suitcase and stood by while she filled it again. The
softness of that moment, when, lured by her bare arms he had kissed
her, was gone.
The night car jolted and swayed.
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