When Miss Dartle spoke again, it was through her set teeth, and with a stamp upon the ground.
Miss Dartle,” I returned, “you are surely not so unjust as to condemn me!
Miss Dartle softly touched her, and bent down her head to whisper, but she would not hear a word.
Miss Dartle is a vindictive woman, noted for a scar on her lip, which told tales when her temper was aroused.
I was convinced that the scoundrel spoke of himself, and I saw my conviction reflected in Miss Dartle's face.
