"Get to your room," he said fiercely, "get to your room.

I've wasted time enough on you and your brat of a brother, and now a Western lout is to spoil what I've done?
I've a mind to wash my hands of all of you--and sink you.

Get to your room, and stay there, while I make up my mind which of the two I shall do." She went, cringing like one beaten, to the door, and he followed her, trembling with rage.
"Or have you a choice ?" he asked.

"Brother or lover, which shall it be ?" She turned and stretched out her hands to him, unable to speak; but the man of the sneer struck down her arms and laughed in her face.

In mute terror she fled to her room..