We're never free to do as we like.' 'Legs are the only things that have a taste of freedom,' said Gower.
They strolled down to Howell Edwards' office at nine, Kit Ines beside the luggage cart to the rear.
Around the office and along to the street of the cottages crowds were chattering, gesticulating; Ines fancied the foreign jabberers inclined to threaten.

Howell Edwards at the door of his office watched them calculatingly.

The lord of their destinies passed in with him, leaving Gower to study the features of the men, and Ines to reckon the chance of a fray.
Fleetwood came out presently, saying to Edwards: 'That concession goes far enough.

Because I have a neighbour who yields at every step?
No, stick to the principle.

I've said my final word.