Philip pictured it all vividly.

It was unpleasant--horrible.

The theory of other white men being with her he was conscious of forcing upon himself to offset the more reasonable supposition that, as in the case of the golden snare, she belonged to Bram.

He tried to free himself of that thought, but it clung to him with a tenaciousness that oppressed him with a grim and ugly foreboding.

What a monstrous fate for a woman! He shivered.