Of course it meant nothing, but the thought of it angered her and offended her pride.
Like other women, Juanna Rodd had not come to twenty years of age without dreaming of love, and, strange to say, her fancy had always chosen some such man as Leonard for the hero of the story.

But that the hero should present himself in this ultra-heroic fashion, that he should buy her with gold, that he should go through a form of marriage with her within an hour of their first meeting--for these things she had not bargained.

It was a fact--that marriage was an accomplished fact, although it might be null and void, and the female mind has a great respect for accomplished facts.

To a woman of Juanna's somewhat haughty nature this was very galling.

Already she felt it to be so, and as time went on the chain of its remembrance irked her more and more, a circumstance which accounts for much of her subsequent conduct.
Thinking such thoughts as these, Juanna strolled back towards the camp along a little pathway in the reeds, and suddenly came face to face with Leonard.