I wouldn't hurt a hair of your head.

But, child, wouldn't it be safer--easier for both of us--if--if we lived together, instead of apart ?" He spoke almost under his breath.

There was no hint of mastery about him at that moment, only a gentleness that pleaded with her as with a frightened child.
And Puck went nearer to him on the instant, as it were instinctively, almost involuntarily.

"P'r'aps some day, Billikins!" she said, with a little, quivering laugh.

"But not yet--not if I've got to go to the Hills away from you." "When I follow you to the Hills, then," he said.
She freed one hand and, reaching up, lightly stroked his cheek.
"P'r'aps, Billikins!" she said again.