Sit ye down, please, there where you were.

Please!" he repeated.
The revulsion of feeling in Christina's heart was violent.

To have longed and waited these weary hours for him, rehearsing her endearments--to have seen him at last come--to have been ready there, breathless, wholly passive, his to do what he would with--and suddenly to have found herself confronted with a grey-faced, harsh schoolmaster--it was too rude a shock.

She could have wept, but pride withheld her.

She sat down on the stone, from which she had arisen, part with the instinct of obedience, part as though she had been thrust there.