You follow me, lady?
I pretty near guess the trouble you're running into." "You guess what ?" she asked.
"I guess that you're one of John Mark's best cards.

You're his chief gambler, lady, and he uses you on the big game." She had drawn back, one hand pressed against her breast, her mouth tight with the pain.

"You have guessed all that about me ?" she asked faintly.
"That means you despise me!" "What folks do don't matter so much," said Ronicky.

"It's the reasons they have for doing a thing that matters, I figure, and the way they do it.

I dunno how John Mark hypnotized you and made a tool out of you, but I do know that you ain't changed by what you've done." Ronicky Doone stepped to her quickly and took both her hands.