She showed passion--hate.

Then all in a second something wonderful, beautiful broke through.

Pity, fear, agonized thought of your death! If that's not love, if--if she did not betray love, then I never saw it.

She thinks she hates you.

But she loves you." "Get out of here," he ordered thickly.
I went, not forgetting to peep out at the door and to listen a moment, then I hurried into the open, up toward the ranch.
The stars were very big and bright, so calm, so cold, that it somehow hurt me to look at them.