She flung her head down on her knees, convulsive sobs wrenching her body. “I won’t! I won’t! I don’t want to marry you!”
“Oh, yes, you do. You never really wanted anything before in your life.” He rowed toward the shore.
“I’d hate you——”
“You would not!”
“I do hate you——”
“That’s all right. Hate me as much as you like. It amounts to the same thing.”
She began to tremble violently. “They say—you feel horribly when you come to after drowning,” she stammered through her chattering teeth. “I—feel—just like that.”
“Of course. You’re coming to life.”
“It’s not a—poetical feeling at all—and I must blow my nose!”
“Do. Have you a handkerchief?”