There was no deceit nor any pretence about her.

She was the daughter of a washerwoman and a greengrocer, and heredity had triumphantly asserted itself.

Yet as he backed towards the door before her fierce onslaught, Burton, for the first time since this new thing had come, positively admired her.
"Ellen," he protested, "you are behaving foolishly.

I wanted you and the boy to understand.

I wanted you to share the things which I had found.