She had always hated Blair, a fact omnipresent now in her green eyes.
Blair had left courtesy and endurance in France, as was evinced by the way he bent closer to Helen, to speak low, with terrible passion.
"If I had it to do over again--I'd see _you_ and _your_ kind--your dirt-cheap crowd of painted hussies where you belong--in the clutch of the Huns!".