I'm sorry.

Don't let a word of mine worry you.

I was only jealous." "Jealous!" exclaimed Columbine, wonderingly.
"Yes.

That makes a fellow see red and green.

Bad medicine! You never felt it." "What were you jealous of ?" asked Columbine.
The cowboy had himself in hand now and he regarded her with a grim amusement.
"Well, Columbine, it's like a story," he replied.