No sound did she utter.

But she cowered flat to the floor; and trembled as if in a hard chill.
The whipping was over, in a few seconds.

Again the Master explained to her what it had been inflicted for.

Then, calling her to follow, he led the way out of doors and toward the stables.

Stomach to earth, the shamed and miserable Lady writhed along, close at his heels.
The Master passed the stables and walked toward the brush fire, where the two men were still at work.