But you haven't come to your senses.

Now, once for all, you can't have any further friendship with Venters.

He's going to be whipped, and he's got to leave Utah!" "Oh! Don't whip him! It would be dastardly!" implored Jane, with slow certainty of her failing courage.
Tull always blunted her spirit, and she grew conscious that she had feigned a boldness which she did not possess.

He loomed up now in different guise, not as a jealous suitor, but embodying the mysterious despotism she had known from childhood--the power of her creed.
"Venters, will you take your whipping here or would you rather go out in the sage ?" asked Tull.

He smiled a flinty smile that was more than inhuman, yet seemed to give out of its dark aloofness a gleam of righteousness.
"I'll take it here--if I must," said Venters.