One among them, large and dominant, with a playful voice of brass, cried out: 'And how do you do, Mrs.Judith Marsett--ha?
Beautiful morning ?' Mrs.Marsett's figure tightened; she rode stonily erect, looked level ahead.

Her woman's red mouth was shut fast on a fighting underlip.
'He did not salute you,' Nesta remarked, to justify her for not having responded.
The lady breathed a low thunder: 'Coward!' 'He cannot have intended to insult you,' said Nesta.
'That man knows I will not notice him.

He is a beast.

He will learn that I carry a horsewhip.' 'Are you not taking a little incident too much to heart ?' The sigh of the heavily laden came from Mrs.Marsett.
'Am I pale?
I dare say.

I shall go on my knees tonight hating myself that I was born "one of the frail sex." We are, or we should ride at the coward and strike him to the ground.