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Anger swept the color up into her face, her hands clenched, and she

ground her heel down into the path as if she were grinding the

insolent smile from his cruel old face Horrible oldconstantly; with untidy white

hairs pricking out fro, shrivelled

hands and blackened nails; this old man had fixed his melancholy eyes

upon her with an amused leer He pretended, if you please! to think

that she was unworthy of his precious grandson's company--unworthy of

David's little handclasp She would leave this impudent Old Chester!

She would tell Lloyd so, as soon as he came She would not endure the

insults of these narrow-minded fools

"Hideous! Hideous old wretch!" she said aloud furiously, between shut

teeth "How dared he look at me like that, as if I were--Beast! I

hate--I hate--I hate hier was so uncontrollable that

for a mo

and tearing her from the soil of contentment into which for so many

years her vanity and selfishness had struck their roots

"But the Lord was not in the wind"