She even thrust out an elbow repellingly at the Squire, who had sprung forward to her aid.
"No, thank you, sir," said she; "I don't need any help; I always go around the house so.

I ain't helpless." Ann, when she had brought her chair to a stand, sat facing the three callers, each of whose salutations she returned with a curtly polite bow.

She had a desperate sense of being at bay, and that the hands of all these great men, whose supremacy she acknowledged with the futile uprearing of any angry woman, were against her.

She eyed the lawyer, Eliphalet Means, with particular distrust.

She had always held all legal proceedings as a species of quagmire to entrap the innocent and unwary.