You must do it yourself." "And nothing can alter the fact that you touched," laughed Paul.
She was furious with him.

Her little triumph before these lads and men was gone.

She had forgotten herself in the game.

Now he was to humble her.
"I think you are despicable!" she said.
And again he laughed, in a way that tortured Miriam.
"And I KNEW you couldn't jump that heap," he teased.
She turned her back on him.

Yet everybody could see that the only person she listened to, or was conscious of, was he, and he of her.