"Jade!" cries she, and stopped my mouth with snow.
I struggled in vain; under her clinging weight the soft snow engulfed and held me like a very quicksand. I looked up at her and she laughed down at me.
"Do you yield you, John Drogue?"
"It seems I must. But wait!—--"
"You threaten!"
"No! Do you mean to drown me, you vixen!"
"You engage not to seek revenge?"
"I do so."
"Why? Because you love me tenderly?"
"Yes," said I, half choked. "Let me up, you plague of Egypt!"