He fairly shrank back, so fierce was Ann's burst of indignation; it produced a sense of actual contact.
"Keep it till next half ?" repeated Ann.

"Keep it till next half?
What should we keep it till next half for, I'd like to know?
It's your money, ain't it?
We don't want it; we ain't beggars; we don't need it.

I see through you, Squire Eben Merritt; you think I don't, but I do." "I fear I don't know what you mean," the Squire said, helplessly.
"I see through you," repeated Ann.

She had reverted to her first suspicion that his design was to gain possession of the whole property by letting the unpaid interest accumulate, but that poor Squire Eben did not know.

He gave up all attempts to understand this woman's mysterious innuendoes, and took the true masculine method of departure from an uncomfortable subject at right angles, with no further ado.
He opened his game-bag and held up a brace of fat partridges.