Every single thing, that you have had the insolence to tell me!" She had caught up her skirts from the ground, she had half turned away from me, toward the hotel.

The false merriment had died out of her.

The true indignation remained, ringing in every accent of the deep sweet voice, and drawn up in every inch of the tall straight figure.

I do not remember whether the moon was hid or shining at the moment.

I only know that my lady's eyes shone bright enough for me to see them then and ever after, bright and dry with a scorn that burnt too hot for tears; and that I admired her even while she scorned me, as I had never thought to admire any woman but one, but this woman least of all.
So we both stood, intent, some seconds, looking our last upon each other if I was wise.