It suddenly struck her that perhaps Magnus Fane was showing, more violently than he had before, his contempt and dislike of the girl who he thought had determinedly enslaved his nephew.
And yet she was sure that he had been angry because he was afraid that she had injured herself when she fell.
It was all so complex and she felt, since they were bound to meet again, that she must force him into an explanation of why he had behaved as he had.
Then she knew that it would be very embarrassing to have to ask him to tell her why he had kissed her.
Riding over the field she knew that she had never imagined that a man’s lips could be so hard.
Once again she put up her fingers to touch her mouth.
As she did so, she felt a strange little quiver run through her, almost like a streak of lightni
