I saw what was in his eyes.

YOU saw it--and that pretty pink went out of your face so quick it seemed as though your heart must have stopped beating.

And yet you're trying to tell me he hasn't harmed you.
My God--I wish I could believe it!" In her face he saw the reflection of the change that must have come suddenly into his own.
"You're a good fifteen hundred miles from any other human being with hair and eyes and color like yours," he continued, as though in speaking his thoughts aloud to her some ray of light might throw itself on the situation.

"If you had something black about you.

But you haven't.