I am not your mate, and again I tell you that I hate you, and that I should be glad if I never saw you again.
By this time I think Jubal had gone mad with hate, for no sane man would have come back for more as many times as he did.
I am the daughter of a king, and furthermore, I hate you.
She might hate me, and revile me, and heap indignity after indignity upon me, as she already had, until I should have hated her; but the pitiful fact remained that I loved her, and I couldn't leave her there alone.
Coming from the brilliant light of the noonday sun into the semidarkness of the cave I could not see her features, and I was rather glad, for I disliked to think of the hate that I should have read there.
You might have known," she said, "when I did not run away from you that it was not hate which chained me to you.