Couldn't you give me a coat of blue paint, too ?" The piquant, intelligent, fiery peasant face interested him.

It had warmth, natural life and passion.
She flushed and stamped her foot, while he laughed heartily; and she was about to say something dangerous, when the laugh suddenly stopped and he began coughing.

The paroxysm increased until he strained and caught at his breast with his hand.

It seemed as if his chest and throat must burst.
She instantly changed.

The flush of anger passed from her face, and something else came into it.