Any woman as fair as she, who has a right understanding of her looking-glass, has, however soft she may be, the instincts of a queen within her.

She felt a proud resentment for her own old folly and for Eugene's old slighting of her, and indignation at his present attitude as she looked up at him with sudden daring.
Eugene threw back his head haughtily.

"She wants to see Burr Gordon," he thought, and would have died rather than let her think he would stand in the way of it.

He jerked the roan aside, and seemed as if he would have been flung into the way-side bushes with her curving plunge.
"Pass, if you wish," he said, with a graceful bend in his saddle, and was past them, riding the other way towards the village..