"What you mean, Joe?"
"You know what I mean," bearing down on her remorselessly.
She made a half halt.
"O Joe!"
"Aye, you may O Joe me! That wunna better it."
"And after what you promised him solemn that night and all."
He answered moodily.
"He forced me to it. Took advantage. Shouldn't ha done it. Springin it on me without a word. That's not the game."
Ruth turned on him.
"You're the one to talk, aren't you?" she said, flashing the corner of an eye at him. "Playing the game prarper, you are?"