Raising and tending hogs!" The dead whiteness of Glenn's face, the lightning scorn of his eyes, the grim, stark strangeness of him then had for Carley a terrible harmony with this passionate denunciation of her, of her kind, of the America for whom he had lost all.
"Oh, Glenn!--forgive--me!" she faltered.

"I was only--talking.

What do I know?
Oh, I am blind--blind and little!" She could not bear to face him for a moment, and she hung her head.

Her intelligence seemed concentrating swift, wild thoughts round the shock to her consciousness.

By that terrible expression of his face, by those thundering words of scorn, would she come to realize the mighty truth of his descent into the abyss and his rise to the heights.