I cud kill the man that gave ye sorrow, were it but a thimbleful, an' go plump into hell with a smile on me face an' joy in me heart." They had halted before her door, and she pressed his arm gratefully.
"I am not angry, Matt.

But with the exception of my father you are the only person I would have permitted to talk to me about this--this affair in the way you have.

And though I like you, Matt, love you better than ever, I shall nevertheless be very angry if you mention it again.

You have no right.

It is something that concerns me alone.
And it is wrong of you--" "To prevint ye walkin' blind into danger ?" "If you wish to put it that way, yes." He growled deep down in his throat.
"What is it you are saying ?" she asked.
"That ye may shut me mouth, but that ye can't bind me arm." "But you mustn't, Matt, dear, you mustn't." Again he answered with a subterranean murmur.
"And I want you to promise me, now, that you will not interfere in my life that way, by word or deed." "I'll not promise." "But you must." "I'll not.