“Oh!” I cried angrily. “Does it matter?”
“Yes, it does. Why did you run away?”
I shook my head. He couldn’t make me say....
“Why?” he repeated mercilessly. “Was it because of what occurred the morning before that tussle of ours with the Bay, that time you were so reluctantly compelled to save my life?”
“Oh, yes! if you must bring that up again!” I threw at him, struggling to call back the helpful, self-respecting anger which I’d been able to feel quite easily then. “It’s all done with now, so——”
“So it was because I kissed you.”
“Well?”
He stood looking at me. I couldn’t look at him, but I held my head up and stared hard at a distant pale-green wall.
“Are you—are you surprised at that? Any girl,” I forced myself to say, “would have been furious.”