And here I am, and--But oh, I do care what happens to me!" she added, her voice breaking.

"I'm--I'm frightened of him--I'm frightened, in spite of myself....

He doesn't treat me right," she added.

"And I'm terribly frightened." She raised her eyes to Orlando's face in the growing dusk--there is no twilight in that prairie land--and there was that in it which made her feel that she must not give way any further.

In Orlando's veins was Southern sap, mixed with Northern blood; in Orlando's eyes was a sudden look belonging to that which defies the law.
"Don't--don't look like that," she exclaimed.