We must be friends--excellent friends.

That's a good beginning, you know." Margery glanced toward the door, the fright deepening in her eyes.

He had placed himself between her and the door, kicking it to with his foot.
He saw that quick glance, and read it aright, and his brow darkened.
"Don't be a little fool!" he cried.

"Don't anger me, girl.

You had better make a friend instead of an enemy of me." "Your enmity or friendship is a matter of equal indifference to me now," gasped Margery, sobbing bitterly.
"You have slain my respect for you.