It was an exceedingly pretty foot.
"Well, dear old girl, it is just this--Frank Muller has been here to ask me to marry him." "Oh," said Jess, with a sigh of relief.

So that was all?
She felt as though a ton-weight had been lifted from her heart.

She had expected this bit of news for some time.
"He wanted me to marry him, and when I said I would not, he behaved like--like----" "Like a Boer," suggested Jess.
"Like a _brute_," went on Bessie with emphasis.
"So you don't care for Frank Muller ?" "Care for him! I loathe the man.

You don't know how I loathe him, with his handsome bad face and his cruel eyes.

I always loathed him, and now I hate him too.