“G-go if you've a mind to, Cynthy—if you've a mind to.”
“I've come to say something to you,” she faltered. It was not, at all the way she had pictured herself as saying it.
“H-haven't took' Moses—have you?”
“Oh,” she cried, “do you think I came here to speak of such a thing as that?”
“H-haven't took—Moses, have you?”
She was trembling, and yet she could almost have smiled at this well-remembered trick of pertinacity.
“No,” she said, and immediately hated herself for answering him.
“H-haven't took that Worthington cuss?”
He was jealous!
“I didn't come to discuss Mr. Worthington,” she replied.