I hate him!" Later when Ellen went outdoors she carried her rifle, which was unusual for her, unless she intended to go into the woods.
The morning was sunny and warm.

A group of shirt-sleeved men lounged in the hall and before the porch of the double cabin.

Her father was pacing up and down, talking forcibly.

Ellen heard his hoarse voice.

As she approached he ceased talking and his listeners relaxed their attention.