"You did see me in silly situations, and I want you to know the facts about them." "I'm not at all interested," she informed him, now with absolute north pole iciness, and started to move away again.
He held her more tightly.
"The first time," he went on, "was when Miss Hastings slipped on the rocks and I had to catch her to keep her from falling." "Will you kindly let me go, Mr.Turner ?" demanded Miss Josephine.
"No, I will not!" he replied, and pulled her about a trifle so that she was compelled to face him.

"I don't choose to have anybody, least of all you, think wrongly of me." "Mr.Turner, I do not choose to be detained against my will," declared Miss Josephine.
"Mr.Turner," boomed a deep-timbered voice right behind them, "the lady has requested you to let her go.

I should advise you to do so." Mr.Turner was attempting to frame up a reasonable answer to this demand when Miss Josephine prevented him from doing so.
"Mr.Princeman," said she to the interrupting gallant, "I thank you for your interference on my behalf, but I am quite capable of protecting myself," and leaving the two stunned gentlemen together, she once more took her handkerchief from her sleeve and walked swiftly up to the porch, brushing the handkerchief lightly over her face again.
"Well, I'll be damned!" said Princeman, looking after her in more or less bewilderment.
"So will I," said Sam.

"Have you a cigarette about you ?" Princeman gave him one and they took a light from the same match, then, neither one of them caring to discuss any subject whatever at that particular moment, they separated, and Sam hunted a lonely corner.

He wanted to be alone and gloom.