you had no intention of bringing your sister. You lied to me."
"Come, come, little girl, don't make a fuss and spoil a pleasant evening," he urged imperturbably. "You women are all alike; you pretend you don't like a high hand, but you do.
"Haven't you learned yet that when a man's in love he'll do most anything? I'm in love, and I'm the kind that takes what he wants in any way he can get it, in love or business, or politics.
"At this particular moment"—he shoved his chair from the table—"more than anything else in the world I want to kiss those scornful red lips of yours. The more you fight"—his short laugh was not agreeable—"the better I'll like it. I'm a master hand with broncs and women."
"How dare you! How dare you insult me so—in your house—your guest!" Nan's eyes blazed into his as she sprang to her feet at his advance.
"Yours, my dear—yours so long as you will have it."
Let me out! Let me go!" Even with
