Don't you like me at all ?" "Oh yes, I like you; but can't we talk just as well down in the music-room as here?
Can't I tell you why I evade you down there just as well as I can here ?" She smiled a winning and now fearless smile.
Lynde showed his even white teeth in two gleaming rows.

His eyes filled with a gay maliciousness.

"Surely, surely," he replied; "but you're so nice in your own room here.

I hate to leave it." "Just the same," replied Aileen, still gay, but now slightly disturbed also, "I think we might as well.

You will find me just as entertaining downstairs." She moved, but his strength, quite as Cowperwood's, was much too great for her.