"I will not," said Bunny.
He was mad with the fever of youth; he held her with a fierce exultation.
There could be no returning now, nor did he wish to return.
"You little wild butterfly!" he said, and kissed the throbbing white throat again. "I've caught you now and you can't escape."
"You've—had your revenge," Toby flung back gaspingly. "You—you—you're a skunk if you take any more."
Oddly that sobered him as any protest more feminine would have failed to do. He set her on her feet, but he held her still.
"I haven't done with you," he said, with a certain doggedness.
"Oh, I know that," she returned very bitterly. "You're like all the men.
You can't play fair. Men don't know how."
That stung him. "Fair or unfair, you've done all the playing so far," he said. "If you thought I was such a tame fool as to put up with it—well, that's not my fault."
"No, it's never your fault," said Toby. She made a little vehement movement to extricate herself, but finding him obdurate, abandoned the attempt. "You're not a fool, Bunny Brian. You're a beast and a coward,—there!"
"Be careful!" warned Bunny, his dark eyes gleaming ominously.