"Yes, although I beg her not to."
"I reckon she'll do about what she wants to. Has the Major——"
She held up her hand and he sat looking at her with his mouth half open. But at the risk of offending her, he added: "I didn't know but he might have come over."
"He would, but I won't let him."
"And do you think it's exactly right not to let him?"
"I think it is exactly right to do as a something within me dictates," she answered. "He placed me in a certain position——"
"But he is more than willing to take you out of it," Taylor broke in. "He doesn't want you to remain in that position."
"No, he can't take me out of it. He charged me with ingratitude, and I would rather he had driven me off the place. Nothing can be much crueler than to remind one of ingratitude; it is like shooting from behind a rock; it is having one completely at your mercy."
Now she sat leaning forward with her hands clasped over her knees. Pennington coughed slightly in his sleep and she looked toward the bed. She straightened up and put the hair back out of her eyes and Taylor followed the motion of her hand.
"Did he eat the squirrel?"