But she would not let her hands tremble, nor would she bend beneath the weight of the water.

She held herself proudly erect and glanced at the wooden wall before her.

It was lined with faces, brown, usually, but now with the pallor showing through the tan.

She saw her father's among them and she smiled at him, because she was upheld by a great pride and exultation.

It was she who had told them what to do, and it was she who led the way.
She reached the open gate again, but she did not hasten her footsteps.
She walked sedately in, and behind her she heard only the regular tread of the long double file of women.