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 jest. These are my rights and, by God, I mean to insist on them!”

He sprang forward as if to seize her, but with a sharp cry of terror she slipped like a flash from the room, swiftly slamming the door behind her. Vermont flew to the door and placed his back against it. Brenton advanced upon him with a flushed and furious face, hands clenched and uplifted as if to strike. But meeting a steady and resolute gaze he stopped short, and a wicked, contemptuous smile broke slowly across his face.

“You fool, she’s not worth it!”