"Whole crops of it; and harvest them, too."
"But why?"
"For pure pleasure—for sheer beastly love of the devilment I can't do."
She shook her head, treating his words as a jest.
"There was never evil that held its head so high."
"That's pride, you know."
"Nor that wore so frank a face."
"And that's hypocrisy."
"Nor that dared to be so rude."
He caught up her laugh.