Then he stooped, and took up some coal dust in a little shovel, and patted it down over the fire, and blew stronger than ever, and the sparks flew out with the rage of the fire.

Annie was delighted to look at it; but there was a certain fierceness about the whole affair that made her shrink from going nearer; and she could not help feeling a little afraid of the giant smith in particular, with his brawny arms that twisted and tortured iron bars all day long,--and his black angry-looking face, that seemed for ever fighting with fire and stiff-necked metal His very look into the forge-fire ought to have been enough to put it out of countenance.
Perhaps that was why it was so necessary to keep blowing and poking at it.

Again he stooped, caught up a great iron spoon, dipped it into a tub of water, and poured the spoonful on the fire--a fresh insult, at which it hissed and sputtered, like one of the fiery flying serpents of which she had read in her Bible--gigantic, dragon-like creatures to her imagination--in a perfect insanity of fury.

But not the slightest motion of her hand lying in Alec's, indicated reluctance, as he led her into the shop, and right up to the wrathful man, saying: "Peter Whaup, here's a lassie 'at's 'maist frozen to deid wi' cauld.
Will ye tak' her in and lat her stan' by your ingle-neuk, and warm hersel' ?" "I'll do that, Alec.

Come in by, my bairn.