Barking dogs did not bite.

Somebody, perhaps on each side, would be badly wounded, possibly killed, and then the feud would go on as before, mostly talk.
Many of her former impressions had faded.

Development had been so rapid and continuous in her that she could look back to a day-by-day transformation.

At night she had hated the sight of herself and when the dawn came she would rise, singing.
Jorth had left Ellen at home with the Mexican woman and Antonio.

Ellen saw them only at meal times, and often not then, for she frequently visited old John Sprague or came home late to do her own cooking.
It was but a short distance up to Sprague's cabin, and since she had stopped riding the black horse, Spades, she walked.