tell you I'm in a hurry--I go to bed with your brother if it pleases

me. Are you keeping me--are you paymaster here that you insist on

my making a report? Yes, I go to bed with your brother."

He had caught hold of her arm and squeezed it hard enough to break

"Don't say that! Don't say that!"

With a slight blow she disengaged herself from his grasp.

"He's maltreating me now! Here's a young ruffian for you! My

chicken, you'll leave this jolly sharp. I used to keep you about