"No. On my cheek."
"Thank God!" said Marjon. "You will not let her do it again? She is a common thing!"
"I could not help it," said Johannes.
Marjon looked at him thoughtfully a few moments, with her clear, light grey eyes.
"Do you dare steal?" she asked then, abruptly.
"No," said Johannes. "I dare to, but it's wrong."
"Indeed it isn't!" said Marjon, very emphatically. "Indeed, it is not! It's only a question of who from. Stealing from one another is mean, but from the public is allowable. I must not steal from that woman any more than from Lorum. But you may steal from the huzzy, if you only dared."
"Then can you steal from me, too?" asked Johannes. Marjon looked at him in sudden surprise, and gave a pretty laugh, showing her white, even teeth.
"A while ago I could, but not now. Now you belong to me. But that woman has a lot of money and you have not."
"I have some money, too—fifty guldens. Aunt Seréna gave it to me."