"You were to do it alone, but on my own responsibility I gave you Dade." "Pitied me, I reckon," he sneered.
"Yes." Her gaze was steady.

"I pity you in more ways than one." "When did you think I needed any pity ?" he demanded truculently, angered.
"Oh," she said, in pretended surprise, "you are in one of your moods again! Well, I am not going to quarrel with you." She turned abruptly and entered the house, and Calumet fell to kicking savagely into a hummock with the toe of his boot.

As in every clash he had had with her yet, he emerged feeling like a reproved school boy.

What made it worse was that he was beginning to feel that there was no justification for his rage against her.

As in the present case, he had been the aggressor and deserved all the scorn she had heaped upon him.