For that I would give anything--supposing always, don't you know?
that I hated him as you do Mr.Redmain.He should declare to me it was impossible; that he would die rather than give up the most precious desire of his life--and all that rot, you know.

I would tell him I hated him--only so that he should not believe me.

I would say to him, 'Release me, Mr.
Redmain, or I will make you repent it.

I have given you fair warning.

I have told you I hated you.' He should persist, should marry me, and then I _would_." "Would what ?" "Do as I said." "But what ?" "Make him repent it." With the words, Miss Yolland broke into a second fit of laughter, and, turning from Hesper, went, with a kind of loitering, strolling pace toward the door, glancing round more than once, each time with a fresh bubble rather than ripple in her laughter.