Where is she ?" Maria's voice rang wild.

Her face was blazing.

She had an abnormal expression in her blue eyes fixed upon her step-mother.
Ida, after her one outburst, gazed upon her with a sort of fear as well as repulsion.

She again turned to the Tiffany vase.
Mrs.White, sobbing aloud like a child, again put her arms around Maria.
"Come, come," she said soothingly, "you poor child, I know how you feel, but you mustn't talk so, you mustn't, dear! You have no right to judge.

You don't know how your mother feels." "I know how She doesn't feel!" Maria burst out, "and She isn't my mother.