I want none of ye! After I've slaved for ye an' saved ye from God knows what, ye dare to turn and make them eyes cold and distant when ye look at me?
Ah-h, get back to McTee! I'm through with ye!" She only insisted the more: "I _will_ speak to you, Dan!" "Come away, Kate," urged McTee, grinding his teeth.

"Doesn't this prove what I told you ?" "I don't care what it proves," she said hotly.

"Dan, I've been thinking grisly things of you.

I simply can't believe them now that I look you in the face." "Whisht!" said Harrigan, and his face was black.

"Have you the right to doubt me ?" She answered sadly: "I have, Dan." The Irishman turned slowly away and started up for the bridge without answer.