"Mr.Bates is as honest as"-- words failed her--"as--as honest and as good as _you_ don't even know how to think of." He was like a necromancer who, although triumphant at having truly raised a spirit by his incantations, quails mystified before it.
"Oh well, since you feel so badly about it I'll not say that you mayn't outwit him if you put in your claim.

You needn't give up all for lost if he does try to face it out." "Give up what for lost?
Do you think I care about this old mine so much?
I tell you, sooner than hear a tricky sharper like you say that Mr.
Bates is as cunning as you are, I'd--I'd--" She did not say more, but she trembled with passion.

"Go!" she concluded.

"If you say I'm unfeeling, you say a thing I suppose is true enough; but you've said things to me this afternoon that are not true; and if there's a good honest man in this world, it's Mr.Bates.Sooner than not believe that I'd--sooner die." The tears had welled up and overflowed her eyes.

Her face was red and burning.
"Say, Eliza," he said, gently enough.