I have quite another sort of treatment for her.

It's curious that you should credit me with such a vindictive temperament.

I don't know what I have done to deserve it." She leaned her head against him.

"My darling, forgive me! It is just my horrid, suspicious nature." He pressed her to him.

"You certainly don't know me very well yet," he said.
They went back to the bungalow in the late afternoon, walking hand in hand as children, supremely content.
The blue jay laughed at the gate as they entered, and Monck looked up, "Jeer away, you son of a satyr!" he said.