Haven't you noticed a smashed fir tree at the bottom?
Tumbled over only the other morning after a night's rain." "I don't see why I shouldn't be as reckless as I please." I was nettled by her brusque manner of asserting her folly, and I told her that neither did I as far as that went, in a tone which almost suggested that she was welcome to break her neck for all I cared.

This was considerably more than I meant, but I don't like rude girls.

I had been introduced to her only the day before--at the round tea-table--and she had barely acknowledged the introduction.

I had not caught her name but I had noticed her fine, arched eyebrows which, so the physiognomists say, are a sign of courage.
I examined her appearance quietly.

Her hair was nearly black, her eyes blue, deeply shaded by long dark eyelashes.