She glanced; he was
rushing away, with never a backward look--or thought. It was her
crowning humiliation. "I'll make him pay for all this, some day!"
she said to herself, shaking with anger, her grandmother's own
temper raging cyclonically within her.
CHAPTER X
A BELATED PROPOSAL
Her mood--outraged against Craig, sullenly determined to marry
him, angry with her relatives, her mother no less than her
grandmother, because they were driving her to these desperate
measures--this mood persisted, became intenser, more imperious in
its demand for a sacrifice as the afternoon wore on. When Grant
Arkwright came, toward six o'clock, she welcomed him, the first-
comer bringing her the longed-for chance to discharge the vials of
her wrath. And she noted with pleasure that he, too, was in a
black humor. Before she could begin he burst forth:
"What's this that Josh Craig has been telling me? He seems to have
gone stark mad!"
Margaret eyed him with icy disdain. "If there is any quality that
can be called the most repulsive," said she, "it is treachery.
You've fallen into a way of talking of your friend Craig behind
his back that's unworthy--perhaps not of you, but certainly of
the person you pose as being.
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