I hated to be spoken to, and I hated everybody; and so I do now, whenever I come to think about them!" "Including even poor me, I suppose ?" Insie had wonderfully pretty eyebrows, and a pretty way of raising them, and letting more light into her bright hazel eyes.
"No, I never seemed to hate you; though I often was put out, because I could never make your face come well.

I was thinking of you always, but I could not see you.

Now tell me whether you have been like that." "Not at all; but I have thought of you once or twice, and wondered what could make you want to come and see me.

If I were a boy, perhaps I could understand it." "I hate boys; I am a man all over now.

I am old enough to have a wife; and I mean to have you.