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"
Oh
,
"
she
said
,
a
little
disconcerted
,
"
how
did
you
find
out
about
my
gang
so
soon
?
"
"
I
arrived
last
night
and
spent
the
evening
in
the
Girl
of
the
Period
Saloon
,
where
one
hears
all
the
news
of
the
town
.
It
's
a
clearing
house
for
gossip
.
Better
than
a
ladies
'
sewing
circle
.
Everyone
told
me
that
you
'd
leased
a
gang
and
put
that
little
plug-ugly
,
Gallegher
,
in
charge
to
work
them
to
death
.
"
"
That
's
a
lie
,
"
she
said
angrily
.
"
He
wo
n't
work
them
to
death
.
I
'll
see
to
that
.
"
"
Will
you
?
"
"
Of
course
I
will
!
How
can
you
even
insinuate
such
things
?
"
"
Oh
,
I
do
beg
your
pardon
,
Mrs.
Kennedy
!
I
know
your
motives
are
always
above
reproach
.
However
,
Johnnie
Gallegher
is
a
cold
little
bully
if
I
ever
saw
one
.
Better
watch
him
or
you
'll
be
having
trouble
when
the
inspector
comes
around
.
"
"
You
tend
to
your
business
and
I
'll
tend
to
mine
,
"
she
said
indignantly
.
"
And
I
do
n't
want
to
talk
about
convicts
any
more
.
Everybody
's
been
hateful
about
them
.
My
gang
is
my
own
business
--
And
you
have
n't
told
me
yet
what
you
do
in
New
Orleans
.
You
go
there
so
often
that
everybody
says
--
"
She
paused
.
She
had
not
intended
to
say
so
much
.
"
What
do
they
say
?
"
"
Well
--
that
you
have
a
sweetheart
there
.
That
you
are
going
to
get
married
.
Are
you
,
Rhett
?
"
