Mrs. Wilson Woodrow

“ Yet," with a sort of wild wistfulness, "I often think if a person could just be free—really free——"
"Free!" cried Herries scornfully. "Who's free? We're all slaves of other people or ourselves; and if we ever do succeed in getting our heads out of one noose, we run and stick 'em into another. Isn't it so, Missioner?"
But Frances, as if acting upon a sudden impulse, had started forward that she might overtake Ethel and Campbell, and then had paused, irresolutely. Herries and the Black Pearl were forgotten, even the books on Garvin's shelves ”

“ It wouldn't surprise me if she brought a lion-cub, and she'd tame it, mind you; she'd tame it."
"Ain't she the queer one, though?" commented the Pearl. "She certainly——" She broke off suddenly and peered up the road. "Why, here come Ethel and Mr. Campbell. Ethel, she's a-tryin' to save my soul, now that Mis' Garvin's passed beyond her experiments." She laughed mockingly, and Frances failed to repress a slight start. Mrs. O'Brien fortunately laughed rarely, but when she did, it was apt to jar on the nerves of her hearers, provided they were at all sensitive. ”

“ Out in the world, beyond those blue mountains, they have their whist and chess tournaments and play for some tuppenny stake or other; but in Zenith the stakes are hearts and lives. If it ain't exciting watching that kind of a game, what is? ”