"Nonsense," he laughed. "I'll do it so quickly—so nicely—that you won't even know it till it's all over."
She shook her head again and began to move off.
"Don't go. Think of the short cut!" he urged.
"It's not right," she said.
He wondered if she really meant it or was only laughing at him.
"Come on!" he said firmly, eyes discreetly challenging.
Suddenly she tossed her head, with a little laugh.
"Come on, then!"
Fatal things, stiles! Instantly he had swung her lightly off her feet. His face was so close to hers that he could count the lashes of her eyes and smell the soft perfume of her wonderful hair. For some reason unknown, he felt intoxicatingly dizzy. Deadly things, stiles!
He had her at an advantage. But she had trusted him and he was a gentleman. Climbing easily over the stile, he set her down.