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 a husband," she finally retorted. She stepped over closer to him. "Yuh were a crook when yuh roped me into marryin' yuh, and yuh made me a crook! Yuh killed any chanct I ever had o' bein' decent. Yuh were ready to use me for your dirty work. Yuh made me into a gun-moll. Yuh didn't even stop—"

But he cut her short.

"Didn't I keep you from starvin'? And didn't I spend on you when I had it to spend?"

"Yes; yuh lit me up like an all-night drug-store! But yuh did it wit' stolen money. And when I got your number yuh tried to lie your way out of it. And when trouble came yuh did more than show your heels like a hound—yuh were so white-livered yuh planted them Bavarian fort-maps in me trunk and left me to face the music!"

"They'd have shot me—and it don't look like they did much to you!"

"And when yuh thought I was off the map," went on the relentless-eyed Sadie, "yuh married that wire-tapper's widow! And then yuh—"

"What's the use of rakin' all that up?" suddenly demanded the wrinkled-browed man confronting her. It was not adding to his happiness,