human
Jem Pound, said she,
gpt
I will tell you what I have known for many weeks, but hidden from you. I will tell you where he has that money, or some of it.
human
Where?
gpt
There!
human
How the devil do you know?
gpt
By woman's wit. On that night, when my hand rested there on his breast for one moment, he pushed me from him. I remembered afterwards that he started from my hand as though I touched a wound. I did the same thing to-night, only on purpose, and you know how he took it: he flung me to the ground this time. Mark my words, there is that which he values more than anything else hung round his neck and resting there! Whatever it is, take it, Jem Pound! Do you hear? You are bad enough for anything: then take it--even if you have to take his life with it!