No sooner had Sally Salisbury--destined to be, a few years later, the most notorious woman of her class--set eyes on the girl than her brows were knitted and her lips and nostrils went white.

Her cheeks on the other hand blazed with fury.

She gripped the shrinking girl and twisted her round.

Then she thrust her face within a few inches of Lavinia's.
"What do you mean by coming here, you squalling trollop ?" she screamed.
"How dare you poach on my ground, you----" How Sally finished the sentence can be very well left to take care of itself.
Lavinia despite her terror of the beautiful virago never lost her self-control.
"You're welcome to this ground every inch of it, but I suppose I've as much right to walk on it as you have," said she.
"Don't talk to me, you little trull, or you'll drive me to tear your eyes out.

Take that." With the back of her disengaged hand she struck the girl's cheek..