But the expression on your face, I imagine, was very like that of a woman-stealing cave-man.

Another instant, and I am sure you would have laid violent hands upon me." "Then I ask your pardon.

I did not dream--" "There you go, spoiling it all! I--I quite liked you for it.

Don't you remember, I, too, was a cave-woman, brandishing the whip over your head?
"But I am not done with you yet, Sir Doubleface, even if you have dropped out of the battle." Her eyes were sparkling mischievously, and the wee laughter-creases were forming on her cheek.

"I purpose to unmask you." "As clay in the hands of the potter," he responded, meekly.
"Then you must remember several things.