"You wouldn't believe a liar," she said coldly.
Again her spirit battled his.

The dark flush spread over his face and he found that he could not meet her eyes; again the sheer, compelling strength of her personality routed the evilness in his heart.
Involuntarily, his lips moved.
"I reckon I didn't mean just that," he said.

And then, surprised that such words should come from him he looked up to see the hard calm of her face change to triumph.
The expression was swiftly transient.

It baffled him, filling him with an impotent rage.

But he watched her narrowly as she folded her hands in her lap and looked down at them.
"Your father expected you to come," she said quietly.