He was hard, stern, self-contained, and she (without being a coquette) determined that his mood should give way to hers.

He set himself hard against the charm of her lovely presence and the dainty room.

Mary ceased to smile, but her brows remained level.
"You men seem to think that all women are fond only of the quiet things, but it isn't true.

We like the big deeds in the open air, too.

I'd like to see a cattle ranch and take a look at a 'round-up,' though I don't know exactly what that means." "Well, we're not on the round-up all the time," he said, relaxing a little.