She coloured up as I spoke, and looked at me in her queer half-mocking, half-petting fashion.
"Oh, I think so little of you as that ?" said she.

"And that is the reason why you are going away?
Well then, Jack, will you stay if I am--if I am kind to you ?" We were face to face and close together, and in an instant the thing was done.

My arms were round her, and I was kissing her, and kissing her, and kissing her, on her mouth, her cheeks, her eyes, and pressing her to my heart, and whispering to her that she was all, all, to me, and that I could not be without her.

She said nothing, but it was long before she turned her face aside, and when she pushed me back it was not very hard.
"Why, you are quite your rude, old, impudent self!" said she, patting her hair with her two hands.

"You have tossed me, Jack; I had no idea that you would be so forward!" But all my fear of her was gone, and a love tenfold hotter than ever was boiling in my veins.