He thought you might want to go along." Her face changed like the moon when a cloud blows across it.
She answered with another slow, insolent yawn: "Thanks! I'm staying home tonight." Wilbur glared his rage covertly at Pierre, but the latter was blandly unconscious that he had made any _faux pas_.
He said carelessly: "Too bad.

It might be interesting.

Jack ?" At his voice she looked up--a sharp and graceful toss of her head.
"What ?" "The girl with the yellow hair." "Then go ahead and see her.

I won't keep you.

You don't mind if I go on sleeping?
Sit down and be at home." With this she calmly turned her back again and seemed thoroughly disposed to carry out her word.
Red Pierre flushed a little, watching her, and he spoke his anger outright: "You're acting like a sulky kid, Jack, not like a man." It was a habit of his to forget that she was a woman.