She did not look back, she did not hurry, though she must have known that Ramon in one bound could have stopped her with his man's strength.

Her head was high, her shoulders were straight, her eyes were so black the pupils did not show at all, and a film of inscrutability veiled what bitter thoughts were behind them.
As it had been with Luis so it was now with Ramon.

Her utter disregard of him held him back from touching her.

He stood with wrath in his eyes and let her go--and to hide his weakness from her strength he sent after her a sneering laugh and words that were like a whip.
"All right--jus' for now I let you ron," he jeered.

"Bimeby she's different.