"I did it because--because--you were so horrid this morning, so--so cold-blooded.

And I--and I--wanted to see if--I could make you care." "Make me care!" Merryon said the words over oddly to himself; and then, still fast holding her, he began to feel for the face that was so strenuously hidden from him.
She resisted him desperately.

"Let me go!" she begged, piteously.

"I'll be so good, Billikins.

I'll go to the Hills.