Paul loved the determined way she rushed at the hay-cock and leaped, landed on the other side, her breasts shaken, her thick hair come undone.
"You touched!" he cried.

"You touched!" "No!" she flashed, turning to Edgar.

"I didn't touch, did I?
Wasn't I clear ?" "I couldn't say," laughed Edgar.
None of them could say.
"But you touched," said Paul.

"You're beaten." "I did NOT touch!" she cried.
"As plain as anything," said Paul.
"Box his ears for me!" she cried to Edgar.
"Nay," Edgar laughed.

"I daren't.