A God of love could never have linked me to such a brute--the very thought is infamy.

Do not touch me! Do not speak to me! I believe I could kill you easier than I could ever again yield to you so much as a word." She reeled as though about to fall, her hand pressed against her heart.
Before an arm could be out-stretched in support, she had rallied, and turned away.

With head lowered, her face shadowed by her hair she walked slowly toward the cabin.

No man in the group stirred until she had disappeared.

Then the sheriff fumblingly replaced his hat, his eyes wandering in uncertainty from Farnham to Winston.
"By God!" he exclaimed, as though in relief, catching his breath quickly and wiping his forehead.