Then that second voice within her tried to speak again. "Remember," it
said, "that this Mr. Jeffries, of whom you can't help thinking when
all's said and done, had suffered innumerable insults from him--you
yourself were dragged into one of them----"
"Quiet!" the other self commanded peremptorily.
"--and as far as that girl you hate's concerned--Evie Soames--if the
reason was good enough for suicide it was good enough for the other
thing."
"What other thing?" Louie, in spite of herself, could not help asking.
"Oh--_you_ know!"
"Do you know what you're saying?" This was an attempt to browbeat the
other Louie.
"Oh, perfectly well! _I_ know myself--you--us--Louie Causton--better
than you do! And I know that lion better! Have you forgotten? Don't
you remember what you thought of him, that if he set his mind on a
thing he'd get it sooner or later, one way or another? Don't you
remember what he said--'I wonder if anybody's ever beaten who doesn't
deserve to be?' They are dangerous men who believe that! And the way's
clear for him now, isn't it? Of course it is! Why, suppose you hear,
first, that he's thrown Kitty Windus over; suppose you hear, next,
that he's forging ahead in his business, whatever it is--you know he's
as ambitious as Satan; then suppose you hear that he's engaged to Evie
Soames--married to her. Suppose you hear all this?"
"Oh, anybody can make up an _a priori_ tale like that!" the other
scoffed.
"Perhaps they can; but what _is_ a murder anyway? Whoever sees one
committed? Don't they hang men on just such _a priori_ tales, as you
call it? Suppose that, rather than let him marry that girl----"
"Oh, stop, stop!" Louie positively shrieked within herself.
She was white. This scene always turned her white. She quickened her
pace, but her ghastly pallor remained unchanged. A hundred times she
had argued it all before, and she knew the conclusion that would
presently come.
It came, the conclusion. That portion of herself that always seemed
resolved to convict Mr. Jeffries of a hideous thing spoke, as it were,
softly, seductively.
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