But even then he continued to glare at her till with a quiet movement she took her hand from his arm and turned away.
Then, as she stood at the deck-rail, at last he spoke.

"So that is your last word upon the subject ?" She answered him briefly, "Yes." She kept her face turned seawards.

She was suddenly and overwhelmingly conscious of bodily weakness.

All her strength seemed to have gone into that one great effort, that at the moment had seemed no effort at all.
She felt as if she were going to faint, and gripped herself with all her quivering resolution, praying wildly that he might not notice.
He did not notice.

For a few seconds more he stood behind her, while she waited, palpitating, for his next move.