And oh! I don't want you made fun of!" "Why ?" he asked.
Lucy turned away her head without answering.

Something deep within her was softening her anger.

She must fight to keep angry; and that was easy enough, she thought, if she could only keep in mind Slone's opposition to her.

Strangely, she discovered that it had been sweet to find him always governed by her desire or will.
"Maybe you misunderstand," he began, presently.

And his voice was not steady.