"She'll salivate me, most likely, for me lettin' her kiss me an' fuss over me.

But I ain't carin' a heap.

I ain't never been no hand at deceivin' no one--I ain't foxy enough.

There's been times since I've been here when I've been scared to open my mouth for fear my damned heart would jump out.

I reckon she'll just naturally kill me when she finds it out, but I don't seem to care a heap whether she does or not." The little man narrowed his eyes at Sanderson.
"You're deeply in love with her, I suppose ?" Sanderson flushed; then his gaze grew steady and cold.