She does n't care a bit for my feelings . '' This was not said behind Judith 's back . The girl herself was standing at the open door , drinking in all the delicate , evasive beauty of the spring afternoon . The Whitney house crested a bare hill that looked down on misty intervals , feathered with young firs that were golden green in the pale sunlight . The fields were bare and smoking , although the lanes and shadowy places were full of moist snow . Judith 's face was aglow with the delight of mere life and she bent out to front the brisk , dancing wind that blew up from the valley , resinous with the odors of firs and damp mosses . At her aunt 's words the glow went out of her face . She listened with her eyes brooding on the hollow and a glowing flame of temper smouldering in them . Judith 's long patience was giving way . She had been flicked on the raw too often of late . And now her aunt was confiding her grievances to Mrs. Tony Mack -- the most notorious gossip in Ramble Valley or out of it ! `` I ca n't sleep at nights for worrying over what will become of her when I 'm gone , '' went on Mrs. Theodora dismally . `` She 'll just have to live on alone here -- a lonesome , withered-up old maid . And her that might have had her pick , Mrs. Tony , though I do say it as should n't . You must feel real thankful to have all your girls married off -- especially when none of them was extry good-looking . Some people have all the luck . I 'm tired of talking to Judith . Folks 'll be saying soon that nobody ever really wanted her , for all her flirting . But she just wo n't marry . '' `` I will ! ''
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