If that were the case, she kept it well to herself.

She could not have been blamed, however, for disliking the dictator.

Hugh Ridgeway was more or less right when he said that no one in town admired the old lady.

She was hard, devoid of humor, wrapped up in her own selfishness; shrewd, capable and resourceful.

Her brother, on his deathbed, signed the instrument which made this arrogant relative the arbiter of the girl's future for many years to come.