Can't you forget it ?" "I'll never forget it--not even at the Day of Judgment.

I don't care how I'm punished." Her violence, which seemed to him sinful and unreasonable, reduced him to a silence that goaded her to a further expression of anger.

While she spoke he watched her eyes shine green in the sunlight, and he told himself that despite her passionate loyalty to her mother, the blood of the Gays ran thicker in her veins than that of the Merryweathers.

Her impulsiveness, her pride, her lack of self-control, all these marked her kinship not to Reuben Merryweather, but to Jonathan Gay.

The qualities against which she rebelled cried aloud in her rebellion.