"
"That's about all Etta pays."
"It's about all she gets. And __I__ pay three fifty--and she and I
do all the work--and give you two meals and a lunch to take with
you--and you've got a room alone--and your mending done. I guess
you know when you're well off."
"But I ain't well off," he cried. "I'm a grown-up man--and I've
got to have a woman."
Susan had become used to tenement conditions. She said,
practically, "Well--there's your left over four dollars a week."
"Huh!" retorted he. "Think I'm goin' to run any risks? I'm no
fool. I take care of my health."
"Well--don't bother me with your troubles--at least, troubles of
that sort."
"Yes, but I will!" shouted he, in one of those sudden furies
that seize upon the stupid ignorant. "You needn't act so nifty
with me. I'm as good as you are. I'm willing to marry you."
"No, thanks," said Susan. "I'm not free to marry--even if I would."
"Oh--you ain't?" For an instant his curiosity, as she thus laid
a hand upon the curtain over her past, distracted his uncertain
attention. But her expression, reserved, cold, maddeningly
reminding him of a class distinction of which he was as
sensitively conscious as she was unconscious--her expression
brought him back with a jerk. "Then you'll have to live with me,
anyhow. I can't stand it, and I'm not goin' to.
If you want me to stay on here, and help out, you've got to
treat me right.
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