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voice not meant to carry beyond Newman's ears--he was taunting Newman. "Well, why don't you call upon God to help you?" says he. "He has helped you a lot in the past, hasn't he, Roy? And He has helped her a lot, hasn't he? Helped her to stand me. Oh, that's a joke! The just and merciful One--d'you remember how old Baintree used to rant? You approved, didn't you. You agreed with old Baintree. So did I, Roy, to his face. "But you--why you were a damned Puritan, Roy. You wouldn't do this, you wouldn't do that, you would be clean of vice--your very words, Roy!--and you would be honest and just with men. That's the sort of thing that paid, says you. "And didn't it pay you, though! Ho, ho; it's too rich, Roy! You would make yourself as good a man as old Baintree; you would make yourself worthy of his daughter. Remember telling me that? And didn't you, though--with my help! My help, Roy--not God's! It was Black Angus and the Devil did it! "Well, well, I thought I would surprise you with my little tale of how I used the Twigg girl to spoil your chance with Mary. But Beasley surprised you instead. Didn't he, now? A neat trick, eh, Roy? You never guessed? "You never guessed, either, all that I had planned for you that time. If you hadn't been in such a hurry to leave town! But then--I was just as well pleased. With Beulah out of the way as well as you--it was plain sailing with Mary, Roy. "No, I never wanted Mary. Not for herself. She's not my kind, Roy; a damned, sniveling saint isn't my idea of a woman. But I wanted her money. Old Baintree's money. And I got it. "I got Baintree, too. It was necessary; I had to kill the old fool. He knew too much about me, and if he told Mary--well, I was playing the saint with her, just then. He would never have consented to her marrying me; and also--the money, you know. So I eliminated him, Roy. And God let you suffer for what I did! Ho, ho, that's rich, isn't it? Come to think of it, it's sound theology--vicarious atonement, eh? You got stripes, and I got Mary--and her money, which I have spent most pleasurably. "But you were always a fool, Roy--a stupid, trusting fool. You trusted me, didn't you? I was your bosom friend, your boyhood chum, whose wild ways grieved you. Fool, fool, if you had possessed the wit of a jackass you would have known I hated you! Hate, hate, hate! I have hated you all my life, Roy! I hated you when we were boys
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