The farmer and Robert heard her struggles and exclamations along the passage, but her resistance subsided very suddenly.
"There's power in that girl," said the farmer, standing by the shut door.
Robert thought so, too.

It affected his imagination, and his heart began to beat sickeningly.
"Perhaps she promised to speak--what has happened, whatever that may be," he suggested.
"Not she; not she.

She respects my wishes." Robert did not ask what had happened.
Mr.Fleming remained by the door, and shut his mouth from a further word till he heard Rhoda's returning footstep.

He closed the door again behind her, and went up to the square deal table, leaned his body forward on the knuckles of his trembling fist, and said, "We're pretty well broken up, as it is.

I've lost my taste for life." There he paused.