I don't wish to see her.

I'm going straight home.

I suppose she planned all this.

She has tried to make up with me, but I shall never again be friends with her." "Please listen to me, Arline," began Grace, taking the angry little girl by the arm and pulling her gently toward the alcove.

Ruth had risen from the table, a look of mingled pain and bewilderment on her face.
"I didn't know Arline was to be here," she said tremulously.