Tell that to the marines.

I'm sick of it." Mrs.Dillingham's face flushed.
"I prefer to judge for myself, if it's all the same to you," pursued the proprietor.

"You've had the boy in your hands for months, and you know him, through and through, or else you are not the woman I have taken you for." "You have taken me for, Mr.Belcher ?" "Nothing offensive.

Don't roll up your pretty eyes in that way." Mrs.Dillingham was getting angry.
"Please don't address me in that way again," she said.
"Well, what the devil have you to do with the boy any way, if you are not at work for me?
That's what I'd like to know." "I like him, and he is fond of me." "I don't see how that helps me," responded Mr.Belcher.
"It is enough for me that I enjoy it." "Oh, it is!" "Yes, it is," with an emphatic nod of the head.
"Perhaps you think that will go down with me.

Perhaps you are not acquainted with my way of doing business." "Are you doing business with me, Mr.Belcher?
Am I a partner of yours?
If I am, perhaps you will be kind enough to tell me--business-like enough to tell me--why you wish me to worm secrets out of this boy." It was Mr.Belcher's turn to color.
"No, I will not.