When she had recovered a little she cried vehemently: "I'm not weak! I'm strong! I'm stronger than you are! I'm strong as--as--a man!" I do not suppose she meant the insinuation; at any rate The Pilot ignored it and went on.
"You're not strong enough to keep your temper down." And then, as she had no reply ready, he went on, "And really, Gwen, it is not right.

You must not go on in this way." Again his words were unfortunate.
"MUST NOT!" she cried, adding an inch to her height.

"Who says so ?" "God!" was the simple, short answer.
She was greatly taken back, and gave a quick glance over her shoulder as if to see Him, who would dare to say MUST NOT to her; but, recovering, she answered sullenly: "I don't care!" "Don't care for God ?" The Pilot's voice was quiet and solemn, but something in his manner angered her, and she blazed forth again.
"I don't care for anyone, and I SHALL do as I like." The Pilot looked at her sadly for a moment, and then said slowly: "Some day, Gwen, you will not be able to do as you like." I remember well the settled defiance in her tone and manner as she took a step nearer him and answered in a voice trembling with passion: "Listen! I have always done as I like, and I shall do as I like till I die!" And she rushed forth from the house and down toward the canyon, her refuge from all disturbing things, and chiefly from herself.
I could not shake off the impression her words made upon me.

"Pretty direct, that," I said to The Pilot, as we rode away.

"The declaration may be philosophically correct, but it rings uncommonly like a challenge to the Almighty.