"A man's endurance has its limits." There was something delicious to Colina in abasing herself before him.
She caught up his hand and pressed it to her cheek.
"How was I to know ?" she murmured.

"Other men are not like you." "I might have surprised you," he said grimly.
"You did!" whispered Colina.

The suspicion of a dimple showed in either cheek.
He rose.

"Let me alone for a minute," he said.

"I'll be all right." He went to the horse and loosened the saddle girths.
Colina could have crawled through the grass to his feet.