I should never have stopped to talk.
An' I'm to kill her father an' leave her to God knows what." Something was wrong somewhere.

Jean absolutely forgot that within the hour he had pledged his manhood, his life to a feud which could be blotted out only in blood.

If he had understood himself he would have realized that the pledge was no more thrilling and unintelligible in its possibilities than this instinct which drew him irresistibly.
"Ellen Jorth! So--my dad calls her a damned hussy! So--that explains the--the way she acted--why she never hit me when I kissed her.

An' her words, so easy an' cool-like.

Hussy?
That means she's bad--bad! Scornful of me--maybe disappointed because my kiss was innocent! It was, I swear.