He met her at the door with an indignantly suspicious question: "What have you been doing?
Surely, you have n't given all that money away ?" The girl smiled, a gleam of defiance visible in the uplifted eyes.
"Every cent of it.

Why, what else could I do?
They actually have nothing, and must get back to Denver or starve." For an instant he completely lost his self-control.
"Why did n't you tell me first ?" he asked sharply.

"Did you suppose I collected my own money, and could therefore meet your expenses ?" He never forgot the expression which swept instantly into her face--the quick indignation that leaped from the depths of those dark eyes.
"I was not aware I had ever requested any help from Mr.Winston," she returned clearly, her slight form held erect.

"Your following after Albrecht was entirely voluntary, but I naturally presumed the money you brought back belonged to me.

You said it did, and hence I supposed it could be disposed of at my own discretion." "You have exhibited none." "That would seem to depend entirely upon the point of view.