"No."
He had both her hands now. "Would you like to hear it?"
She pulled away her hands sharply. "Yes," she replied with defiance.
"But you pulled away your hands first," said he.
He heard her breathe heavily for a moment, but she said nothing. "Yes," he said, as if she had spoken, "it is true."
"What is true?"
"What you are saying to yourself just now—that you hate me."
She beat the floor with her foot.
"How you hate me, Alice!"
"Oh, no."