But now;
come back with me, say you will!"
She shook her head.
"No; oh, I'd love to give you ... do what you...."
"Ah!" he exclaims, and, throwing his arms about her, stands pressing his
round paunch against hers. There they stood, looking like two
recalcitrants that would not. Oh, that Captain!
"Let me go," she implored him.
He loosened his hold a trifle and pressed her to him again. Once more it
looked as if both were resisting.
"Come back up into the wood," he urged again and again.
"Oh, it's impossible!" she answered. "And then it's all wet with the dew."
But the Captain was full of passionate words--full and frothing over.
"Oh, I used to think I didn't care much about eyes! Blue eyes--huh! Grey
eyes--huh! Eyes any sort of colour--huh! But then you came with those
brown eyes of yours...."
"They are brown, yes...."
"You burn me with them; you--you roast me up!"
"To tell the truth, you're not the first that's said nice things about my
eyes. My husband now.
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