It possessed her now with irresistible power, this fact of the love he could not help.

Some fiendish woman's satisfaction dwelt in her consciousness of her power to kill the noble, the faithful, the good in him.
"Ellen Jorth, you lie!" he burst out, hoarsely.
"Jean, shore I'd been a toy and a rag for these rustlers long enough.

I was tired of them....

I wanted a new lover....

And if y'u hadn't give yourself away--" Isbel moved so swiftly that she did not realize his intention until his hard hand smote her mouth.