Patsey is bringing your brandy.

Can I do anything else for you ?" "Only tell me," he burst out, "why in thunder the whole county hates me ?" She laughed shortly.

"I can't tell you--wait and find out." Here audacity half angered, half paralyzed him.
"What a vixen you are!" he observed presently with grudging respect.
The crimson flooded her face, and he watched her teeth gleam dangerously, as if she were bracing herself for a retort.

The impulse to torment her was strong in him, and he yielded to it much as a boy might have teased a small captive animal of the woods.
"With such a temper you ought to have been an ugly woman," he said, "but you're so pretty I'm strongly inclined to kiss you." "If you do, I'll strike you," she gasped.
The virgin in her showed fierce and passionate, not shy and fleeting.
That she was by instinct savagely pure, he could tell by the look of her.
"I believe it so perfectly that I've no intention of trying," he rejoined.
"I'm not half so pretty as my mother was," she said after a pause.
Her loyalty to the unfortunate Janet touched him to sympathy.

"Don't quarrel with me, Molly," he pleaded, "for I mean to be friends with you." As he uttered the words, he was conscious of a pleasant feeling of self-approbation while his nature vibrated to the lofty impulse.