"I don't always make a practice of doing it."
"Have you ever done it?"
"I haven't happened to."
"Do you intend to?"
"What's the matter with you, Thusis?" I retorted impatiently. "Does it concern you what I do to that picture?"
"Yes, it does," she retorted, turning deeply pink.
"In what way?"
"You say the photograph of the Laughing Girl resembles me. And if you are under that impression I do not wish you to take liberties with it. You have no right to—to kiss a picture because you think it looks like—like somebody you don't dare kiss!"
Her flushed audacity was irritating me.
"Don't dare kiss you?" I repeated, switching my rod about in my increasing exasperation. "You'd better not repeat that, Thusis!"