He merely said, goaded to harshness, that he was not going to be a Chinese laundryman for any one.
Of what avail to read the lyrics of a great Hindu vegetarian poet to this undeveloped being?
Still Winona laboured unceasingly to bring light to the dark place.

Teaching a public school for eight years had developed a substratum of granite determination in her character.

She would never quit.

She was still to the outer eye the slight, brown Winona of twenty--perky, birdlike, with the quick trimness of a winging swallow, a little sharper featured perhaps, but superior in acuteness of desire and persistence, and with some furtive, irresponsible girlishness lurking timorously back in her bright glance.
She still secretly relished the jesting address of Dave Cowan, when at long intervals he lingered in Newbern from cross-country flights.

It thrilled her naughtily to be addressed as La Marquise, to be accused of goings-on at the court of Louis XVIII, about which the less said the better.