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That was all; no comment, no exclamation -- she continued to gaze with that faint, retrospective smile toward the fire. He knew now why she angered him; it was because she had held the upper hand from the minute that ride over the short pass began -- he had never once been able to assert himself impressively. He decided to try now.
"I don't intend to ride on."