The people stood back with a kind of awed curiosity.

Some of the young girls were quite pale, and their eyes were dilated.

Folk longed to follow them up-stairs, but they did not dare.
At the door of Dorothy's chamber crouched, like a fierce dog on guard, the great black African woman.

When the three drew near she looked up at them with a hostile roll of savage eyes and a glitter of white teeth between thick lips.

The parson advanced, and she sprang up and put her broad back against the door and rolled out defiance at him from under her burring tongue.
But he continued to advance with unmoved front, as if she had been the Satanas of his orthodoxy, which, indeed, she did not faintly image.