"I?" (He puffed out his cheeks, and distended his chest, as if he were about to lift a weight). "I have plenty of ideas in my head; I have shaken the dust of the village off my feet."
"It hasn't taken long to do that!" cried Malva, still mockingly.
"I'll get you away from my father!... you'll see if I don't!"
"Will you indeed?"
"You think that I daren't?"
"You don't say so?"
"Look here!" he began in an excited, furious voice. "Don't dare me to do it! I ..."
"What again?" she asked indifferently.
"Oh! never mind!"
Then he turned away with the look of a smart, resolute boy.