Our correspondence made me laugh sometimes.

You never wrote as though you had received any of my letters--yours were just masterpieces of how little to say--and of how to say it beautifully!" John Derringham shrugged his shoulders slightly; he did not defend himself, and her anger rose.

So that she was leaving the room with her head in the air and two bright spots of pink in her cheeks.
Then he felt constrained to vindicate his position, so he put his arm round her and drew her to him, intending to kiss her.

But she looked up into his face with an expression in her eyes which left him completely repulsed.

It was mocking and bitter and cunning, and she put out her hand and pushed him from her.
"I do not want any of your caresses to-night," she said.