You mean to live here.

I do not." Hazel left off working, and looked greatly perplexed; the attack was so sudden in its form, though it had been a long time threatening.

He found nothing to say, and she was impatient now to speak her mind, so she replied to his look.
"You are making yourself at home here.

You are contented.

Contented?
You are _happy_ in this horrible prison." "And why not ?" said Hazel.