For three weeks he had been holding desire in check with a strong hand.

The tide of it rushed back upon him, with the joy of a released force.

But he knew that he must walk warily.
"Will you please give me some orders ?" he went on, smiling, seeing that she did not reply.

"How has the mare been behaving ?" "She is rather tame--a little too much of the sheep in her composition." "She wants a companion.

So do I--badly.