She saw it.

To her distorted fancy it seemed only a proof of deeper guilt.
Without a word she closed the heavy door behind her and swung the huge cross-bar unaided to its place.

She then turned and confronted him, wiping the dust from her face and arms with her torn and dangling sun-bonnet in a way that recalled her attitude on the first day he had met her.
"That was Cress with ye ?" she said.
He hesitated, still gazing at her in wonder.
"Don't lie." He started.

"I don't propose to," he retorted indignantly.

"It was"-- "I don't ask ye how long this yer's bin goin' on," she said, pointing to Cressy's sun-bonnet, a few books, and a scattered nosegay of wild flowers lying on the hay; "and I don't want to know.