She was not in the least intimidated.
"Do you s'pose I was goin' to have M'ria talked about ?" she said.
"You can cuss all you want to." They got into the train.

Wollaston sat by himself, Gladys and Maria together.

Maria was no longer weeping, but she looked terrified beyond measure, and desperate.

A horrible imagination of evil was over her.

She never glanced at Wollaston.