The violence of a hard and tyrannous man had provoked his own destruction--so it stood, for her passionate protesting sense.

That at any rate must be the defence, and some able man must be found to press it.

She thought she would write to the Cravens and consult them.

Her thoughts carefully avoided the names both of Aldous Raeburn and of Wharton.
She was about to make the tea when some one knocked at the door.

It proved to be Hurd's sister, a helpless woman, with a face swollen by crying, who seemed to be afraid to come into the cottage, and afraid to go near her sister-in-law.