The men had angered him.

He was sore put about.

Poor Willy, he suffers much.

Yet it was cruel; it _was_ cruel, indeed it was." Rotha walked across the kitchen and again took hold of the rannel-tree.

It was as though her tempest-tossed soul were traversing afresh every incident of the scenes that had just before been enacted on that spot where now she stood alone.
Alone! the burden of a new grief was with her.