近期热门的优选书刊《飘》，轻松有趣温柔的治愈你(17)

Still he did not raise his head. Still she could not see his face.He pried her fist open inexorably and stared at it, picked up her other hand and held them both together silently, looking down at them.
“Look at me，”he said finally raising his head, and his voice was very quiet.“And drop that demure expression.”
Unwillingly she met his eyes, defiance and perturbation on her face. His black brows were up and his eyes gleamed.
“So you have been doing very nicely at Tara, have you？Cleared so much money on the cotton you can go visiting. What have you been doing with your hands-plowing？”
She tried to wrench them away but he held them hard, running his thumbs over the calluses.
“These are not the hands of a lady，”he said and tossed them into her lap.
“Oh, shut up！”she cried, feeling a momentary intense relief at being able to speak her feelings.“Whose business is it what I do with my hands？”
“What a fool I am，”she thought vehemently.“I should have borrowed or stolen Aunt Pitty"s gloves. But I didn"t realize my hands looked so bad.Of course, he would notice them.And now I"ve lost my temper and probably ruined everything.Oh, to have this happen when he was right at the point of a declaration！”