Never, in all her unruly life, had she yielded obedience to any.

No discipline had ever tamed her.

She had been free, free as air, and she had not the vaguest intention of submitting herself to the authority of anyone.

The bare idea was unthinkably repugnant to her, foreign to her whole nature.
So, with a fierce disgust, she cast from her all memory of that brief message that had come to her from the man who called himself her husband, who had actually dared to treat her as one having the right to control her actions.

She could be a thousand times more arrogant than he when occasion served, and she had not the faintest intention of allowing herself to be fettered by any man's tyranny.
Swiftly the days of that splendid summer flew by.