“I'm not hungry, and I'm not afraid,” she lied.
“Could you believe,” he said slowly, “that I mean as well to you as I did to that child—and the same?”
She did not answer at once, but the defensive look wavered in her eyes.
“Do you ever gamble?” was his next question.
“Gamble?” she repeated in amazement.
“Like matching pennies. I'll match you for the dinners.”
“I—I've only got a dollar,” she said.
“Plenty.”
“It isn't really a dollar,” she murmured. “I've only got—forty-three cents—in the world.”
It was her first confidence, and he thrilled to it. But he accepted it quite as a matter of course.