He was not the same.

The light, the youth was gone.
This, however, did not cause her emotion.

Was it not a sudden transition of her nature to the dominance of hate?
Ellen seemed to feel the shadow of her unknown self standing with her.
Isbel halted his horse.

Ellen had been standing near the trunk of a fallen pine and she instinctively backed against it.

How her legs trembled! Isbel took off his cap and crushed it nervously in his bare, brown hand.
"Good mornin', Miss Ellen!" he said.
Ellen did not return his greeting, but queried, almost breathlessly, "Did y'u come by our ranch ?" "No.