I have nothing to put in its place." "Ah," said Miss Cursiter, "you are older than I thought." Rhoda smiled.

By this time, wrong or right, she was perfectly reckless.
If everybody was right in rejecting Miss Quincey, there was rapture in being wildly and wilfully in the wrong.

She had flung up the game.
Miss Cursiter saw it.

"I was right," said she.

"You are under an influence, and a dangerous one." "Perhaps--but, influence for influence" (here Rhoda returned Miss Cursiter's gaze intrepidly), "I'm not far wrong.