At last the crisis had come.

It was a fight to the finish between this man, the incarnation of corporate greed and herself, representing the fundamental principles of right and justice.

She turned on him in a fury: "Yes, I will leave your house to-night! Do you think I would remain another hour beneath the roof of a man who is as blind to justice, as deaf to mercy, as incapable of human sympathy as you are!" She raised her voice; and as she stood there denouncing the man of money, her eyes flashing and her head thrown back, she looked like some avenging angel defying one of the powers of Evil.
"Leave the room!" shouted Ryder, beside himself, and pointing to the door.
"Father!" cried Jefferson, starting forward to protect the girl he loved.
"You have tricked him as you have me!" thundered Ryder.
"It is your own vanity that has tricked you!" cried Shirley contemptuously.

"You lay traps for yourself and walk into them.
You compel everyone around you to lie to you, to cajole you, to praise you, to deceive you! At least, you cannot accuse me of flattering you.

I have never fawned upon you as you compel your family and your friends and your dependents to do.