"Come, my girl, let's let bygones be bygones," he said good-humoredly. "Come, give me a kiss."
She tried a new tack.
"I'm not in love with you," she said in a matter-of-fact voice.
"I guessed that."
"And you're not in love with me."
"You're a woman and I'm a man."
"Do you want me to tell you in so many words that you're physically repellent to me? That the thought of letting you kiss me horrifies and disgusts me?" In spite of her resolution, her voice was rising.
"Thank you." He was still good-humored.
"Look at your hands; it gives me goose-flesh when you touch me."
"Cuttin' down trees, diggin', lookin' after horses don't leave them very white and smooth."