She was a big, blundering fool, he said, and her size and very good nature itself got on his nerves and irritated him.
"She looks so deucedly prosperous with her first-rate clothes and her bouncing health," he said.
"The tread of her big feet makes me mad when I hear it." Hester answered with a shrill little laugh.
"Her big feet are a better shape than mine," she said.

"I ought to hate her, and I would if I could, but I can't." "I can," muttered Osborn between his teeth as he turned to the mantel and scratched a match to light his pipe..