She could no longer meet those terrible black eyes.

Her passionate denial was not only the last of her shameful deceit; it was the woman of her, repudiating herself and him, and all this sickening, miserable situation.
Isbel took her literally.

She had convinced him.

And the instant held blank horror for Ellen.
"By God--then I'll have somethin'-- of you anyway!" muttered Isbel, thickly.
Ellen saw the blood bulge in his powerful neck.

She saw his dark, hard face, strange now, fearful to behold, come lower and lower, till it blurred and obstructed her gaze.