"I think you would probably be more convincing on that point than I should," he said.
She gave a little shudder; she could not restrain it.

That look in his eyes reminded her of something, something dreadful.

What was it?
Ah yes, she remembered now.

He had had that look on that night of terror when he had first called her his wife, when he had barred the window behind her and sworn to slay any man who should come between them.
She turned aside and went in without another word.

India again! India the savage, the implacable, the ruthless! She felt as a prisoner who battered fruitlessly against an iron door.
Tessa's inquisitive eyes followed her.