"I don't think at all," said Evan with his hand on the rail. "I give you your choice. Will you stop and talk to me like a reasonable being for five minutes."
Their hard eyes battled furiously, and neither pair would down. "No!" she said, though her lips were white.
He glanced down at the water boiling from under the Ernestina's counter, and gathered himself for the spring.
The glance was too much for Corinna. "Evan! Evan!" she cried sharply, and put her hands out.
In a trice he had her in his arms.
"Ah, don't kiss me!" she begged, even while her lips surrendered to his.
"Ah, you nearly let me go!" murmured Evan.
"I would have gone too!"
"Then we'd both have drowned. I couldn't carry you all that way."
"I wouldn't have cared."