Mercedes cried when her clothes-bags were dumped on the ground and article after article was thrown out.

She cried in general, and she cried in particular over each discarded thing.

She clasped hands about knees, rocking back and forth broken-heartedly.

She averred she would not go an inch, not for a dozen Charleses.

She appealed to everybody and to everything, finally wiping her eyes and proceeding to cast out even articles of apparel that were imperative necessaries.