Years afterward, when she had forgotten every word he uttered, she could still see that dried spray of golden-rod growing against the April sky--she could still hear a bluebird that sang three short notes and stopped in the willows.

In the quiet air their anger seemed to rush together as she had sometimes thought their love had rushed to a meeting.
"You have neither the right to forgive me nor to judge me," she said.
"Do you think I care what a man imagines of me who believes a thing against me as easily as you do.

If you went on your knees to me now I should never explain--and if I chose to kiss every man in the county," she concluded in an outburst of passion, "you have nothing to do with it!" "Explain?
How can a girl explain a man's kissing her, except by saying she let him do it ?" "I did let him do it," she gasped.
For an instant they gazed at each other in an anger more violent in its manifestation than their love had been.

An observer, noticing them for the first time, would have concluded that they had hated each other for years, not that they had been lovers only a few minutes before.

Nature, having wearied of her play, was destroying her playthings.
"I would marry no man on earth who wouldn't believe me in spite of that--and everything else," she said.
"Do you expect a man to believe you in spite of his eyes ?" "Eyes, ears--everything! Do you think I'd have turned on you like that before I had heard you ?" A sob, not of pity, but of rage, burst from her lips, and the sound sobered him more completely than her accusations had done.