But she drew away from him, and told him to keep hands off.
"Oh, I am right.

You are a woman," said John.
Dorothy had maintained the disguise longer than she wished, and was willing that John should discover her identity.

At first it had been rare sport to dupe him; but the latter part of her conversation had given her no pleasure.

She was angry, jealous, and hurt by what she had learned.
"Yes," she answered, "I admit that I am a--a woman.

Now I must go." "Stay but one moment," pleaded John, whose curiosity and gallantry were aroused.