"Do you hate me so bad, Jo ?" she said anxiously.

"It's eight years--do you hate me so bad as then ?" "You keep your tongue off Rosalie Evanturel," he said, and turned on his heel.
She caught his arm.

"We're both bad, Jo.

Can't we be friends ?" she said eagerly, her voice shaking.
He did not reply.
"Don't drive a woman too hard," she said between her teeth.
"Threats! Pah!" he rejoined.

"What do you think I'm made of ?" "I'll find that out," she said, and, turning on her heel, ran down the road towards the Manor House.