Fragments of various household utensils were scattered about the floor.

She had vented some phase of drunken fury upon the lambrequin.

It lay in a bedraggled heap in the corner.
"Hah," she snorted, sitting up suddenly, "where deh hell yeh been?
Why deh hell don' yeh come home earlier?
Been loafin' 'round deh streets.
Yer gettin' teh be a reg'lar devil." When Pete arrived Maggie, in a worn black dress, was waiting for him in the midst of a floor strewn with wreckage.

The curtain at the window had been pulled by a heavy hand and hung by one tack, dangling to and fro in the draft through the cracks at the sash.

The knots of blue ribbons appeared like violated flowers.