You won't see that even when you know it.

Else, why all this blind passion to save the life of that--that...." Jane shut out the light, and the hands she held over her eyes trembled and quivered against her face.
"Blind--yes, en' let me make it clear en' simple to you," Lassiter went on, his voice losing its tone of anger.

"Take, for instance, that idea of yours last night when you wanted my guns.

It was good an' beautiful, an' showed your heart--but--why, Jane, it was crazy.

Mind I'm assumin' that life to me is as sweet as to any other man.