"He wasn't sorry
afterward; you could see he wasn't sorry. He was ready to kill
more men. It's the Indian in him. He LIKES to kill people.
He'll kill those men, and he won't be a bit sorry he did it. And
he could come to me afterward and expect me--Oh, what does he
think I AM?" She leaned against the wall, and sobbed.
"I suppose," she wailed, lashing herself with every bitter
thought she could conjure, "he killed Saunders, too, like old
Hagar said. He wouldn't tell me where he was that morning. I
asked him, and he wouldn't tell. He was up there killing
Saunders--"
"If you don't shut up, I'll shake you!" Miss Georgie in her fury
did not wait, but shook her anyway as if she had been a
ten-year-old child in a tantrum.
"My Heavens above! I'll stand for nerves and hysterics, and
almost any old thing, but you're going a little bit too far, my
lady. There's no excuse for your talking such stuff as that, and
you're not going to do it, if I have to gag you! Now, you march
to your own room and--STAY there.
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