An' you ain't feelin' it all by a long shot.

I don't dast slack, you bein' such a lightweight." Her eyes sparkled as she felt the apportioned pull of the mouths of the beautiful, live things; and he, looking at her, sparkled with her in her delight.
"What's the good of a woman if she can't keep up with a man ?" he broke out enthusiastically.
"People that like the same things always get along best together," she answered, with a triteness that concealed the joy that was hers at being so spontaneously in touch with him.
"Why, Saxon, I've fought battles, good ones, frazzlin' my silk away to beat the band before whisky-soaked, smokin' audiences of rotten fight-fans, that just made me sick clean through.

An' them, that couldn't take just one stiff jolt or hook to jaw or stomach, a-cheerin' me an' yellin' for blood.

Blood, mind you! An' them without the blood of a shrimp in their bodies.

Why, honest, now, I'd sooner fight before an audience of one--you for instance, or anybody I liked.