In all her life she had never loved him as she loved him now.

But her mind was as fixed as a star.
"You can't have her, Dan.

You can't have her! Don't you see how terrible a thing you'd make her?
She's my blood, my pain, my love, and you want to take her up yonder to the mountains and the loneliness--I'll die to keep her!" Now the moon, which had been buried in a drift of clouds, broke through them, and seemed in an instant to slide a vast distance towards the earth, a crooked half moon with its edges eaten by the mist.

Under this light she could see him more clearly, and she became aware of the thing she dreaded, the faint smile which barely touched at the corners of his mouth; and in his eyes a swirl of yellow light, half guessed at, half real.

All her strength poured out of her.