"Oh, that!" She tore her hand loose, as though burned. "That! It _was_
all true, then. I forgot."
She caught aside her skirts angrily, and started forward in all her
former disdain. But this, after their brief alliance, was not to be
tolerated.
"What was all true?" he insisted. "You shall not treat me so. If anybody
has a right--"
After several paces, she flashed about at him in a whirl of words:--
"All alike, every one of you! And I was fool enough to think you were
different!" The conflict in her eyes showed real, beyond suspicion. "He
told me all about it. Last evening. And you dare talk of rights, and
come following me here--"
"Lucky I did," retorted Rudolph, with sudden spirit; and holding out his
wounded arm, indignantly: "That scratch, if you know how it came--"
"I know, perfectly." She stared as at some crowning impudence. "He was
chicken-hearted. You came off cheaply.--I know all you said. But the one
thing I'll never understand, is where you found the courage, after he
struck you, at the club. You'll always have _that_ to admire!"
"After he struck"--A light broke in on Rudolph, somehow.
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