You made me no-good ....
Will you marry me ?" "I will not!" And Lucy, with her blood up, could not keep contempt out of voice and look, and she did not care.

That was the first time she had ever shown anything, approaching ridicule for Joel.

The effect was remarkable.

Like a lash upon a raw wound it made him writhe; but more significant to Lucy was the sudden convulsive working of his features and the wildness of his eyes.

Then she turned her back, not from contempt, but to hurry away from him.
He leaped after her and grasped her with rude hands.
"Let me go!" cried Lucy, standing perfectly motionless.