"She passed me the other day, going like sin, with her face blazing and that big, lively chestnut running flat.

The way she took that curve above the Devil's Slide brought my heart into my mouth." The breathless eavesdropper felt a hot wave of delight pour over her, her very flesh seemed to ripple like the fur of a cat when it is stroked.
"Oh, she's a picture, mounted! Seems to have complete confidence in herself; and the strength of a giantess, too.

But--my God! when she's on her feet! And have you heard her talk ?" Evidently the other speaker had, for there came the sound of low laughter, a sound that stabbed Allie Briskow like a bayonet and left her white and furious.

She sat motionless for a long time, and something told her that as long as she lived she would never forget, never forgive, that laughter.
She was unusually silent and somber for the next three or four days; she went through her exercises without vim; at her studies she was both stupid and sullen.

When Mrs.Ring's patience was exhausted and her frayed nerves finally gave out, Allie rounded upon her with a violence unparalleled.