He did not look at her.

His tone expressed anger and amaze.
"Dad says I must marry Jack," she said, with a sudden return to her natural simplicity.
"I heard him tell that months ago," snapped Moore.
"You did! Was that--why ?" she whispered.
"It was," he answered, ringingly.
"But that was no reason for you to be--be--to stay away from me," she declared, with rising spirit.
He laughed shortly.
"Wils, didn't you like me any more after dad said that ?" she queried.
"Columbine, a girl nineteen years and about to--to get married--ought not be a fool," he replied, with sarcasm.
"I'm not a fool," she rejoined, hotly.
"You ask fool questions." "Well, you _didn't_ like me afterward or you'd never have mistreated me." "If you say I mistreated you--you say what's untrue," he replied, just as hotly.
They had never been so near a quarrel before.

Columbine experienced a sensation new to her--a commingling of fear, heat, and pang, it seemed, all in one throb.

Wilson was hurting her.

A quiver ran all over her, along her veins, swelling and tingling.
"You mean I lie ?" she flashed.
"Yes, I do--if--" But before he could conclude she slapped his face.