She sought to detach her wrist, but Doré held it firmly.
"And aren't you fond of me?"
Snyder hesitated, frowning at thus being forced to talk.
"Sure! Couldn't help it, could I?"
Doré smiled, pleased at this admission.
"And yet, you have such a funny way of watching me!"
"Me? How so?"
"Yes, you have! I often wonder what's back of a certain queer look you get—"
"What I'm thinking?"
"Yes!"