"You wanted someone to cook and bake for you, wash, sweep and mend. I offered to come and do all that for you. It never entered my head for an instant that there was any possibility of your expecting anything else of me."
"Then you're a damned fool, my girl."
He was perfectly good-natured. She would have preferred him to be a little angry. She would know how to cope with that, she thought. But she flared up a little herself.
"D'you mind not saying things like that to me?"
His smile widened. "I guess I'll have to say a good many things like that—or worse—before we've done."
"I asked you to marry me only because I couldn't stay in the shack otherwise."
"You asked me to marry you because you was in the hell of a temper," he retorted. "You were mad clean through. You wanted to get away from Ed's farm right then and there and you didn't care what you did so long as you quit. But you was darned sorry for what you'd done by the time you'd got your trunk packed."
"I don't know that you have any reason for thinking that," she said stiffly.
"I've got sense. Besides, when you opened the door when I went up and knocked, you was as white as a sheet. You'd have given anything you had to say you'd changed your mind, but your damned pride wouldn't let you."
"I wouldn't have stayed longer in that house for anything in the world," said Nora with passion.