"Never in this world!"
"You were wiser to seek my love than my hate—"
"I seek neither!"
"Being a fool, yes. But the sun is hot and you will be a thirsty fool—"
"Where learned you that evil song?"
"In Tortuga when I was a child. But come, drink, amigo mio, drink an you will—"
"Whence had you that gown?"
"Ah—ah, you love me better thus, yes? Why, 'tis a pretty gown truly, though out o' the fashion. But, will you not drink?"
Now, as I have told, I was parched with thirst and the spring some way off, so taking the pipkin I drained it at a draught and muttering my thanks, handed it back to her. Then I got me to my labour again, yet very conscious of her as she sat to watch, so that more than once I missed my stroke and my fingers seemed strangely awkward. And after she had sat thus silent a great while, she spoke:
"You be mighty diligent, and to no purpose."