I'd have blowed the money just as quick, if I'd wanted to." "But you didn't." "Because you didn't want me to, I reckon ?" he sneered.
"No.

Because you wanted to be fair." He had not known what sort of an answer he had expected from her, but the one he got embarrassed him.

He felt a reluctant pleasure over the knowledge that she had faith in him, but mingling with this was a rage against himself over his surrender.

When she turned from him and walked over to Dade, speaking to him in a low voice, he could not have told which affected him most, his rage against himself or his disappointment over her abrupt leave-taking.

She irritated him, but somehow he got a certain pleasure out of that irritation--which was a wholly unsatisfying and mystifying paradox.