"Go on," he said; "what else?"
"What do you mean?"
"You have been saying several things--about doctors whom I have set to
watch you--for a year or more."
"Do you deny it?" she retorted angrily.
"No--no, I do not deny anything. But--who are these doctors--whom you
have noticed?"
"I don't know who they are," she replied impatiently. "I've seen them
often enough--following me on the street, or in public places--watching
me. They are everywhere--you have them well paid, evidently; I suppose
you can afford it. But you are wasting your time."
"You think so?"
"Yes!" she cried in a sudden violence that startled him, "you are
wasting your time! And so am I--talking to you--enduring your personal
affronts and brutal sneers. Sufficient for you that I know my enemies,
and that I am saner, thank God, than any of them!" She flashed a look of
sudden fury at him, and rose from her chair. He also rose with a
promptness that bordered on precipitation.
"For the remainder of the spring and summer," she said, "I shall make my
plans regardless of you.
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