She knew he was unconsciously bruising her white body, but let him hug.
"My darling Blue-eyes!" he cried out, "what have I done to deserve this?"
"Made me love you."
"Think of it—think of it! When did you begin?"
"When did you?"
"First moment that ever I set eyes on you. When I walked down-along, after seeing you and drinking the cider you poured out for me, I knocked my knees against the rocks, like a blind sheep, for I couldn't think of nothing but your lovely hair."
"'Tis too pale. What d'you suppose I said to myself when I seed you first?"
His arm had settled to her waist. She rubbed her ear against his cheek.
"I said, 'I'll get that chap to take off them little funny three-cornered whiskers, if I can. They spoil the greatness of his beautiful, brown face."
"Did you think that—honour bright?"