"Contempt, indeed!"--(One of Mrs. Thornton's expressive snorts.)--"Don't go on speaking of Miss Hale, John, if I've to be kind to her. When I'm with her, I don't know if I like or dislike her most; but when I think of her, and hear you talk of her, I hate her. I can see she's given herself airs to you as well as if you'd told me out."
"And if she has," said he--and then he paused for a moment--then went on: "I'm not a lad, to be cowed by a proud look from a woman, or to care for her misunderstanding me and my position. I can laugh at it!"
"To be sure! and at her too, with her fine notions, and haughty tosses!"

'If she does,' said he, 'I'm not a lad to be cowed by a proud look from a woman, or to care for her misunderstanding me. I can laugh at it!'
