very effort to control it
made her a little hard and cold?

As he stood there, restlessly fingering the ornaments upon the
chimneypiece, his eye brightened suddenly and, taking up the pretty
bracelet lying there, he went slowly back to her, saying in a tone that
was humble and serious enough now: "I will act like a man, and you shall
never be ashamed again. Only be kind to me. Let me put this on, and
promise afresh this time I swear I'll keep it. Won't you trust me,
Rose?"

It was very hard to resist the pleading voice and eyes, for this
humility was dangerous; and, but for Uncle Alec, Rose would have
answered "yes." The blue forget-me-nots reminded her of her own promise,
and she kept it with difficulty now, to be glad always afterward.
Putting back the offered trinket with a gentle touch, she said firmly,
though she dared not look up into the anxious face bending toward her:
"No, Charlie I can't wear it. My hands must be free if I'm to help you
as I ought. I will be kind, I will trust you, but don't swear anything,
only try to resist temptation, and we'll all stand by you."

Charlie did not like that and lost the ground he had gained by saying
impetuously: "I don't want anyone but you to stand by me, and I must be
sure you won't desert me, else, while I'm mortifying soul and body to
please you, some stranger will come and steal your heart away from me.
I couldn't bear that, so I give you fair warning, in such a case I'll
break the bargain, and go straight to the devil."

The last sentence spoiled it all, for it was both masterful and defiant.
Rose had the Campbell spirit in her, though it seldom showed; as yet she
valued her liberty more than any love offered her, and she resented the
authority he assumed too soon resented it all the more warmly because
of the effort she was making to reinstate her hero, who would insist
on being a very faulty and ungrateful man. She rose straight out of her
chair, saying with a look and tone which rather startled her hearer and
convinced him that she was no longer a tenderhearted child but a woman
with a will of her own and a spirit as proud and fiery as any of
her race: "My heart is my own, to dispose of as I please. Don't shut
yourself out of it by presuming too much, for you have no claim on me
but that of cousinship, and you never will have unless you earn it.
Remember that, and neither threaten nor defy me anymore."

For a minute it was doubtful whether Charlie would answe