She didn't speak of his death.

She is quite capable of forgetting that she ever knew him, and if she does, think of him, it is probably as a man who betrayed her innocence.

You may be sure she has twisted it all about until every shred of the blame rests on somebody else.

Florrie isn't the only woman who is made like that, but I believe," she reasoned it out coolly, "that it is her way of keeping her youth." Miss Polly had put down the watering-pot, and she came presently with a bottle of camphor to the sofa where Gabriella was lying.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like me to rub your head ?" she inquired.