She must have had some experience in coquetry, but
it is very likely that she had never met a man just like this
one. At all events, she tilted her blonde head, smiled at him
daringly, and then made a little grimace meant to signify her
defiance of him and his unwarranted earnestness.
Good Indian leaned unexpectedly, caught her in his arms, and
kissed her three times upon her teasing, smiling mouth, and while
she was gasping for words to voice her amazement he drew back his
head, and gazed sternly into her frightened eyes.
"You can't play with ME," he muttered savagely, and kissed her
again. "This is how I settle it. You've made me want you for
mine. It's got to be love or--hate now. There isn't anything
between, for me and you." His eyes passed hungrily from her
quivering lips to her eyes, and the glow within his own made her
breath come faster. She struggled weakly to free herself, and
his clasp only tightened jealously.
"If you had hated me, you wouldn't have stopped back there, and
spoken to me," he said, the words coming in a rush.
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