But every other reservation must be cast far, far away, to snatch the victory from him and to save Hiram.

Every fair weapon she might use; only this treachery she could not, might not have recourse to.

He must be made to feel that she was more magnanimous than he; that she, under all conceivable circumstances, kept her word.

That was settled; her bosom once more rose and fell, and her eye brightened again; still it was some little time before she could find the right words with which to begin the contest.
Orion could see the seething turmoil in her soul; he felt that she was arming herself for resistance, and he longed to spur her on to deal the first blow.

Not a word had she uttered of surprise or anger, not a syllable of reproach had passed her lips.