When she was very angry, too angry to speak, she always turned white.

It was some seconds before she could find her voice.
"_A hunch-backed beggar!_ Peace?
How _dare_ you say such things of Peace Maythorne?
Joy Breynton, I'll never forgive you for this as long as I live--never!" The two girls looked at each other.

Just at that moment I am afraid there was something in their hearts answering to that forbidden word, that terrible word--hate.

Ah, we feel so safe from it in our gentle, happy, untempted lives, just as safe as they felt once.

Remember this, girls: _when Love goes out_, Hate comes in.