She experienced a strong desire to bury her face in her hands and sob disconsolately, but bravely conquering the sense of loneliness that swept over her, she threw back her shoulders and sitting very straight in her seat glanced almost defiantly about her.
"Well, Grace, have you made up your mind to be resigned ?" asked Miriam Nesbit.

"That sudden world-defying glance that you just favored us with looks as though the victory was won." "Miriam, you are almost a mind reader," laughed Grace.

"I've been on the verge of a breakdown ever since we left Oakdale, and in this very instant I made up my mind to be brave and not cry a single tear.

Look at Anne.

She is as calm and unemotional as a statue." "That's because I'm more used to being away from home," replied Anne.
"Troupers are not supposed to have feelings.