The girl saw his masculine spirit rear its head.
"Hello!" he said, "you didn't tell me you were coming to town." "No," replied Miriam, half apologetically.

"I drove in to Cattle Market with father." He looked at her companion.
"I've told you about Mrs.Dawes," said Miriam huskily; she was nervous.
"Clara, do you know Paul ?" "I think I've seen him before," replied Mrs.Dawes indifferently, as she shook hands with him.

She had scornful grey eyes, a skin like white honey, and a full mouth, with a slightly lifted upper lip that did not know whether it was raised in scorn of all men or out of eagerness to be kissed, but which believed the former.

She carried her head back, as if she had drawn away in contempt, perhaps from men also.

She wore a large, dowdy hat of black beaver, and a sort of slightly affected simple dress that made her look rather sack-like.