This silence, this immobility of his surroundings seemed to him a cold rebuke, a stern refusal, a cruel unconcern.

There was no safety outside of himself--and in himself there was no refuge; there was only the image of that woman.

He had a sudden moment of lucidity--of that cruel lucidity that comes once in life to the most benighted.

He seemed to see what went on within him, and was horrified at the strange sight.

He, a white man whose worst fault till then had been a little want of judgment and too much confidence in the rectitude of his kind! That woman was a complete savage, and.