Content
One of these nights, when she came up to the attic cold and hungry, with a tempest raging in her young breast, Emily's stare seemed so vacant, her sawdust legs and arms so inexpressive, that Sara lost all control over herself.
A look of contempt came over him, and he said, "Why not?"
If she had cried and sobbed and seemed frightened, Miss Minchin might almost have had more patience with her.
Windy Corner lay, not on the summit of the ridge, but a few hundred feet down the southern slope, at the springing of one of the great buttresses that supported the hill.
