Why, Doctor, I really think youre afraid of me.

_Do_ stay." "Impossible.

I have much business which I am bound----Pray, let me go," pleaded the clergyman, piteously, ineffectually struggling with Susanna, who had now got his arm against her breast.

"You must be mad!" he cried, drops of sweat breaking out on his brow as he felt himself being pulled helplessly toward the ottoman.

She got her knee on it at last; and he made a desperate effort to free himself.
"Oh, how rough you are!" she exclaimed in her softest voice, adroitly tumbling into the seat as if he had thrown her down, and clinging to his arms; so that it was as much as he could do to keep his feet as he stooped over her, striving to get upright.