We're to live in Chicago--father will give us a house, I'm sure.

And you must come to visit us--" It is hardly fair to eavesdrop upon a young woman in such an hour as this of Adelaide's.

Only those might do so who are willing freely to concede to others that same right to be human which they themselves exercise, whether they will or no, when things happen that smash the veneer of "gentleman" or "lady" like an eggshell under a plowboy's heel, and penetrate to and roil that unlovely human nature which is in us all.
Criticism is supercilious, even when it is just; so, without criticism, the fact is recorded that Adelaide paced the floor and literally raved in her fury at this double-distilled, double treachery.

The sense that she had lost the man she believed she loved was drowned in the oceanic flood of infuriated vanity.

She raged now against Ross and now against Theresa "She's marrying him just because she's full of envy, and can't bear to see anybody else have anything," she fumed.