"But, stranger, yu're sudden." "You're not insulted ?" asked Jean, hurriedly.
"Oh, I've been kissed before.

Shore men are all alike." "They're not," he replied, hotly, with a subtle rush of disillusion, a dulling of enchantment.

"Don't you class me with other men who've kissed you.

I wasn't myself when I did it an' I'd have gone on my knees to ask your forgiveness....

But now I wouldn't--an' I wouldn't kiss you again, either--even if you--you wanted it." Jean read in her strange gaze what seemed to him a vague doubt, as if she was questioning him.
"Miss, I take that back," added Jean, shortly.