You pretend to be a woman-hater.

All round this part of the Cape you've took pains to get up that kind of reputation; but--" "There ain't no pretendin' about it.

I've got brains enough to keep clear of petticoats.

And when you get to be as old as I be and know as much as I do--though that ain't no ways likely, even if you live to be nine hundred and odd, like Noah in Scripture--you'll feel the same way." "Aw, come off! Woman-hater! You hate women same as the boy at the poorhouse hated ice cream--'cause there ain't none around.

Why, I wouldn't trust you as fur as I could see you!" This was the end of the dialogue, because Mr.Payne was obliged to break off his harangue and dodge the stove-lifter flung at him by the outraged lightkeeper.