Nature had apparently intended her to be plump and sweet and rosy, and altogether comfortable, but she had flown in the face of nature, like a cross hen, and had her own way with herself.
It was scarcely conceivable that Mrs.Jim Jones could be all the time in the state of wrath against everything in general which her sharp tongue and her angry voice evinced, but she gave that impression.

Her little blond face looked like that of a doll which has been covered with angry pin-scratches by an ill-tempered child.

Whenever she spoke these scratches deepened.
Mrs.Jim Jones could not bring herself to speak of anything without a show of temper, whether she really felt it or not.

She fairly lashed out at Sylvia when the latter inquired if it was true that Albion Bennet had left her house and returned to the hotel.
"Yes, it is true, and thank the Lord for His unspeakable mercy to the children of men.

I couldn't have stood that man much longer, and that's the gospel truth.