"
"'Pon my honor, I want to be friendly, but you won't have it so--you
seem determined to kick up a row. Come, now, be friendly; sit down here
and we'll talk it over."
"Unhand me!" cried Margery in terror. "Let me go, or I shall scream for
help!"
"You won't do any such thing, my little ruffled birdling," he cut in, an
angry light leaping up into his eyes, adding: "I am disposed to treat
you very kindly, but you seem determined to make an enemy of me instead
of a friend, my dear, and your reason ought to tell you how foolish that
is. Come, be sensible and listen to me. I've taken a violent fancy to
that pretty face of yours. We must be friends--excellent friends. That's
a good beginning, you know."
Margery glanced toward the door, the fright deepening in her eyes. He
had placed himself between her and the door, kicking it to with his
foot.
He saw that quick glance, and read it aright, and his brow darkened.
"Don't be a little fool!" he cried. "Don't anger me, girl. You had
better make a friend instead of an enemy of me.
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