Drops of sweat appeared on his bruised brow.

It must have hurt him to move.
"You said your foot was all right." "It is," he returned.

"It's still on my leg, as I know darned well." "Oh!" exclaimed Columbine, dubiously.

Without further comment she began to feed him.
"It's worth getting licked to have this treat," he said.
"Nonsense!" she rejoined.
"I'd stand it again--to have you come here and feed me....

But not from _him_." "Wilson, I never knew you to be facetious before.