But she was as powerless as if she were still held in Jean Isbel's giant embrace.
"I--I want to--kill y'u," she whispered, "but I cain't....

Leave me." "You're no Jorth--the same as I'm no Isbel.

We oughtn't be mixed in this deal," he said, somberly.

"I'm sorrier for you than I am for myself....

You're a girl....