But when he reached the sitting-room door he wished he had staid away.

Julia had heard his tread, and was standing again with her foot advanced.

Her eyes were very black, and were drawn to a sharp focus.

She had some of her mother's fire, though happily none of her mother's meanness.

It is hard to say whether she spoke or hissed.
"Go away, you spider! I hate you! I told you I hated you, and you told people I loved you and was engaged to you.