But I won't eat any more, either." "Nonsense," he said, bending down a heavily laden bough for her.

"Eat! daughter of Eve! This fruit is highly recommended." "Oh, Garry! I'm not such a pig as that!...

Well, then; if you make me do it--" She lifted her face among the tender leaves, detached a luscious berry with her lips, absorbed it reflectively, and shook her head with decision.
The shadow of constraint was fast slipping from them both.
"You know you enjoy it," he insisted, laughing naturally.
"No, I don't enjoy it at all," she retorted indignantly.

"I'll not taste another until you are ready to do your part....

I've forgotten, Garry; did the serpent eat the fruit he recommended ?" "He was too wise, not being acclimated in Eden." She turned in her saddle, laughing, and sat looking down at him--then, more gravely, at her ungloved hand which he still retained in both of his.
Silence fell, and found them ready for it.
For a long while they said nothing; she slipped one leg over the pommel and sat sideways, elbow on knee, chin propped in her gloved hand.