"Jimmie, she's yours, and a father's got a right to do anything he likes to his own daughter.

Give it to her proper if she don't come across with the truth!" Jimmie stepped closer to her and bared his yellow teeth.

"I haven't given you a basting since you were fifteen--but I'll paste you one right in the mouth if you don't talk straight talk!" "You hear that!" Barney gritted at her.

He believed there was justice in his wrath--as indeed there was, of a sort.

"Think what Jimmie and I've put into this, in time and hard coin! We've given you your chance, we've made you! And then, after hard work and waiting and our spending so much, and everything comes out exactly as we figured, you go and throw us down--not just yourself, but us and our rights! Now you talk straight stuff! Tell us, why did you refuse Sherwood when he proposed?
And why did you tell me that lie about his not proposing ?" Maggie realized she was in a desperate plight, with these two inflamed gazes upon her.