That's easy and reputable." "I'll have to, I presume; but she ought to be punished." "If you'll think less about punishment, revenge and getting even with everybody and everything, you'll soon begin to prosper." Hamilton winced, but smiled as one quite sure of himself.
Jean followed the soldier to a rickety log pen on the farther side of the stockade, where he found the prisoner restlessly moving about like a bird in a rustic cage.

It had no comforts, that gloomy little room.
There was no fireplace, the roof leaked, and the only furniture consisted of a bench to sit on and a pile of skins for bed.

Alice looked charmingly forlorn peeping out of the wraps in which she was bundled against the cold, her hair fluffed and rimpled in shining disorder around her face.
The guard let Jean in and closed the door, himself staying outside.
Alice was as glad to see the poor lad as if they had been parted for a year.

She hugged him and kissed his drawn little face.
"You dear, good Jean!" she murmured, "you did not forget me." "I brought you something," he whispered, producing the book.
Alice snatched it, looked at it, and then at Jean.
"Why, what did you bring this for?
you silly Jean! I didn't want this.
I don't like this book at all.

It's hateful.