"Those hands, big, coarse, red, ugly." "Yes," cried Allan savagely, "the badge of slavery for a whole household of folk too ignorant to know the price that was being paid for the service rendered them." "And the hair," continued Mandy relentlessly, "uncombed, filthy, horrid.
And the dress, and--" "Stop it!" cried Allan peremptorily.
"No, let me go on.

The stupid face, the ignorant mind, the uncouth speech, the vulgar manners.

Oh, I loathe the picture, and I wonder you can ever bear to look at her again.

And, oh, I wish you could forget." "Forget!" The young man's lean, swarthy face seemed to light up with the deep glowing fires in his dark eyes.

His voice grew vibrant.