"What forfeit shall I impose? I'll put it down your neck. You are in my power, too."
And she pretended she was about to execute her threat, as on the day she ran after him on the hill.
George laughed, conquered by the spontaneity of that joy, which awoke in him all that still remained to him of his youth. He said:
"Come! now sit down and eat your fruit, quietly."
"Wait, wait!"
"What are you going to do?"
"Wait!"
She drew out the pin which held the pink in her hair, and put it between her lips. Then, gently, she opened her fist, took the moth by the wings, got ready to transfix it.
"How cruel you are!" said George. "How cruel you are!"
She smiled, attentive to her work, while the little victim beat its wings, already despoiled.