Chocolat - Pg 73

For a second I saw her close to tears. Then a pause, an effort, a gathering of the will. "Do you know, I think I might manage another of those chocolate specials of yours. How about another?" It was bravado, but I admired it more than I could say. That she can still play the rebel through her misery, the suspicion of a swagger in her movements as she tastes her drink, slurping.