Norah never moved.
"It's not often she flies into a passion," thought Magdalen, touching her again; "but when she does, what a time it lasts her!--Come!" she said, "give me a kiss, Norah, and make it up.

Won't you let me get at any part of you, my dear, but the back of your neck?
Well, it's a very nice neck--it's better worth kissing than mine--and there the kiss is, in spite of you!" She caught fast hold of Norah from behind, and suited the action to the word, with a total disregard of all that had just passed, which her sister was far from emulating.

Hardly a minute since the warm outpouring of Norah's heart had burst through all obstacles.

Had the icy reserve frozen her up again already! It was hard to say.

She never spoke; she never changed her position--she only searched hurriedly for her handkerchief.