She revelled in it.
She was glad she had cursed him.

Her little, light, graceful body that had been quivering grew calm again, and she turned to hurry home with an unexpected sense of having pulled some lever in the mechanism that would bring about results.

She neither knew nor cared what results, nor how they were to happen; she felt that that curse of hers, her first, had landed on the mark! But she had come further than she thought.

Distance, hot wind, and emotion had exhausted her far more, too, than she had had time to realize.

Before a mile of the homeward journey had been accomplished, she was forced against her stubborn Scots will to sit down on a big stone by the roadside and rest, while the four that followed came up close, grinning and passing remarks in anything but under-tones.