Foranswersheflungitfromher。Itfellwithatinkleontheflooratthefarendofthegarret。Themanwasbesidehimselfwithrage。
“Damnyou，ifIhadtime，I’dwringyourneckforthis，youshe-devil！“hebawled-andracedback，evidentlyforthecandleonthewashstand。
RhodaGray，sprawledonthefloorwherehehadthrownher，didnotmove-excepttotaketherevolverfromthepocketofherdress。Shewascrooningqueerlytoherself，asshewatchedRoughRorkelightthecandleandgropearoundonthefloor:
“Shewasgoodtome，deWhiteMollwas。Jelliesan’t’ingsshebroughtme，shedid。An’GypsyNandon’tferret。GypsyNandon’t-“
Shesatupsuddenly，snarling。Rorkehadfoundthekey，leftthebottlewiththeshortstubofgutteringcandlestandingonthefloor，andwasbackagain。