You misjudge me there." At this point a large apple dropped suddenly upon his upturned face and, having struck him smartly between the eyes, fell with a thud to the ground.
Bertie said "Damn!" but luckily for Dot he did not budge an inch.
"I beg your pardon," he added a moment later.
"What for ?" said Dot.
"For swearing," he replied.

"I forgot you didn't like it." "Oh!" said Dot; and after a pause, "Then I beg yours." "Did you do it on purpose ?" he asked curiously.
"I want to get down, please," said Dot.
He lowered her from his shoulder to his arms with perfect ease, set her on the ground, and held her fast.
"Dot," he said, his voice sunk almost to a whisper, "if you're going to be violent, I guess I shall be violent too." "Let me go!" said Dot.
But still he held her.

"Dot," he said again.

"I won't hustle you any.

I swear I won't hustle you.