And she brought home for the first time Mlle.Celie.But you should have seen her! She had on a little plaid skirt and a coat which was falling to pieces, and she was starving--yes, starving.

Madame told me the story that night as I undressed her.Mlle.Celie was there dancing amidst the tables for a supper with any one who would be kind enough to dance with her." The scorn of her voice rang through the room.

She was the rigid, respectable peasant woman, speaking out her contempt.

And Wethermill must needs listen to it.

Ricardo dared not glance at him.
"But hardly any one would dance with her in her rags, and no one would give her supper except madame.