She had often told Stanley since that she would never forget her first sight (she had not yet had another) of Tod's wife.

A brown face and black hair, fiery gray eyes, eyes all light, under black lashes, and "such a strange smile;" bare, brown, shapely arms and neck in a shirt of the same rough, creamy linen, and, from under a bright blue skirt, bare, brown, shapely ankles and feet! A voice so soft and deadly that, as Clara said: "What with her eyes, it really gave me the shivers.

And, my dear," she had pursued, "white-washed walls, bare brick floors, not a picture, not a curtain, not even a fire-iron.

Clean--oh, horribly! They must be the most awful cranks.

The only thing I must say that was nice was the smell.