Men like Tull had been shot, but had one ever been so terribly denounced in public?
Over-mounting her horror, an uncontrollable, quivering passion shook her very soul.

It was sheer human glory in the deed of a fearless man.

It was hot, primitive instinct to live--to fight.

It was a kind of mad joy in Venters's chivalry.

It was close to the wrath that had first shaken her in the beginning of this war waged upon her.
"Well, well, Jane, don't take it that way," said Lassiter, in evident distress.