If there wa'n't any exceptions there couldn't be any rule, an' there bein' exceptions shows there is a rule.

Women can't ever get hold of things straight.

Their minds slant off sideways, the way their arms do when they fling a stone." Cephas brought the rolling-pin down upon the paste again with fierce impetus.

"You'll break it," Sarah murmured, feebly.

Cephas brought it down again, his mouth set hard; his face showed a red flush through his white beard, the veins on his high forehead were swollen and his brows scowling.