Goddard shrank back to his chair, very pale and trembling violently.
"You would not do that, Mary," he almost whined.

But she remained standing, looking at him very menacingly.
"Indeed I would--you don't know me," she said, between her teeth.
"You are as hard as a stone," he answered, sullenly, and for some minutes there was silence between them.
"I suppose you are going to turn me out into the rain again ?" asked the convict.
"You cannot stay here--you are not safe for a minute.

You will have to go.

You must come back to-morrow and I will give you the money.

You had better go now--" "Oh, Mary, I would not have thought it of you," moaned Goddard.
"Why--what else can I do?
I cannot let you sleep in the house--I have no barn.