It was inside her brain.
"I tell you, Ellen Jorth," declared the old man, "thet Jean Isbel loves you-loves you turribly--an' he believes you're good." "Oh no--he doesn't!" faltered Ellen.
"Wal, he jest does." "Oh, Uncle John, he cain't believe that!" she cried.
"Of course he can.

He does.

You are good--good as gold, Ellen, an' he knows it....

What a queer deal it all is! Poor devil! To love you thet turribly an' hev to fight your people! Ellen, your dad had it correct.

Isbel or not, he's a man....