I am perfectly free, and I have given you no right to arrange my life for me.

So now let us understand each other." Falloden shrugged his shoulders.
"You have indeed made it perfectly plain!" "I meant to," said Constance vehemently.
But they could not keep their eyes from each other.

Both were pale.

In both the impulse to throw away pride and hold out a hand of yielding was all but strong enough to end their quarrel.

Both suffered, and if the truth were told, both were standing much deeper than before in the midstream of passion.
But neither spoke another word--till the gate was reached.
Falloden opened it, and backed his horse out of Connie's way.