It shall not be said that Cocheforet,' she continued proudly, 'returned even treachery with inhospitality; and I will give orders to that end.

But to-morrow begone back to your master, like the whipped cur you are! Spy and coward!' With those last words she moved away.

I would have said something, I could almost have found it in my heart to stop her and make her hear.
Nay, I had dreadful thoughts; for I was the stronger, and I might have done with her as I pleased.

But she swept by me so fearlessly, as I might pass some loathsome cripple on the road, that I stood turned to stone.

Without looking at me, without turning her head to see whether I followed or remained, or what I did, she went steadily down the track until the trees and the shadow and the growing darkness hid her grey figure from me; and I found myself alone..