There was no fence; the grass was uncut.

Upon the door-step sat a tall woman, unkempt-looking, almost ragged.

She had short gray hair that curled about her temples; her face was handsome, clever-looking too, but, above all, eager.

This eagerness amounted to hunger.

She was looking toward the sky, nodding and smiling to herself.
Susannah stopped upon the road a few feet from the juniper bush.