Men always look at you--it's your figure, part, maybe.

And you're so good--and you're a _lady_, Sis.
And if I----" "Tell him," said Mary Warren suddenly, pulling herself together with the extremest effort of will and in the suddenest and sharpest decision she had ever known in all her life, "tell him I'm square! Tell him I'll be honest all the time--all the time!" "As though you could be anything else, you poor dear!" said Annie Squires, coming over and throwing a strong arm about Mary Warren's neck, as though they both had done nothing but agree about this after a dozen conversations.

And then she wept, for she knew what Mary Warren's surrender had cost.

"And game! Game and square both, you sweet thing," sobbed Annie Squires.
"Give me fifteen pounds on you," she wept, dabbing at her own eyes, "and I wouldn't risk Charlie near you,--not a minute!".