“Where there aren’t any bullies,” I said. “She had her hell upon earth.”
“I devilish nearly won,” said he.
“You did,” said I. “But you made one bad mistake.”
“Why, what was that?” said he.
“You lost your nerve.”
He struggled at that, and I bent him back again.
“This won’t help her,” he blurted, panting.
“The more’s the pity,” said I. “But it’ll help me and it’ll make the
world cleaner.”
Again I bent him back, till his eyes were starting and his back curved
like a bow.
“For God’s sake, end it,” he whimpered.
“Ask in her name,” said I.
“For . . . her . . . sake.”