He unconsciously picked up the rapier and shook it till its blade swished.
"I might have known better than to expect decency from a wench of your character," he said.

"I hoped to do you a favor; but I see that you are not capable of accepting kindness politely." "I am sure, Monsieur, that I have but spoken the truth plainly to you.
You would not have me do otherwise, I hope." Her voice, absolutely witching in its softness, freshness and suavity, helped the assault of her eyes, while her dimples twinkled and her hair shone.

Hamilton felt his heart move strangely; but he could not forbear saying in English: "If you are so devilish truthful, Miss, you will probably tell me where the flag is that you stole and hid." It was always the missing banner that came to mind when he saw her.
"Indeed I will do nothing of the sort," she promptly replied.

"When you see that flag again you will be a prisoner and I will wave it high over your head." She lifted a hand as she spoke and made the motion of shaking a banner above him.

It was exasperation sweetened almost to delight that took hold of the sturdy Briton.