hands, she with her soul fierce with victory. They were very well matched. They would fight it out.

She turned to her sewing. Immediately the tea-things were cleared away, she fetched out the stuff, and his soul rose in rage.

He hated beyond measure to hear the shriek of calico as she tore the web sharply, as if with pleasure. And the run of the sewing-machine gathered a frenzy in him at laSt. “Aren't you going to stop that row?” he shouted. “Can't you do it in the daytime?”

She looked up sharply, hostile from her work.

“No, I can't do it in the daytime. I have other things to do. Besides, I like sewing, and you're not going to stop me doing it.