His courage came back, the old insolent self-possession took hold of him again.

The sentence which the Ry had passed was worse than death (and it meant death, too), for it made him an outcast from his people, and to be outcast was to be thrown into the abyss.

It was as though a man without race or country was banished into desolate space.

In a vague way he felt its full significance, and the shadow of it fell on him.
"No, no, no," Fleda repeated hoarsely, with that new sense of responsibility where Jethro was concerned.
Jethro's eyes were turned upon her now.

In the starlit night, just yielding to the dawn, she could faintly see his burning look, could feel, as it were, his hands reach out to claim her; and she felt that while he lived she was not wholly free.