Sublime

Annie Bell Green Eady, although she gave herself the nickname Mammie and went by it her whole life. She was Nearest’s granddaughter.

Annie, only stabbed.

She would have thrown it on anyone who cluttered up her porch, but it just happened that she had become a heroine; and since anger had been the beginning of her success, Annie went on to new successes by whipping herself into increased and constant anger.

Anthony began life as a shy Quaker girl—given to melancholy, “fragility,” and extreme self-doubt.

some small plump brownish person of firm but quiet carriage, who looks about her, but does not suppose that anybody is looking at her. If she has a broad face and square brow, well-marked eyebrows and curly dark hair, a certain expression of amusement in her glance which her mouth keeps the secret of, and for the rest features entirely insignifican

Anne wore an old heather mixture tweed suit—it was a good suit, but old enough to have lost its lines and become baggy. With her chestnut brown hair, russet cheeks and heather mixture tweed she looked almost part of the landscape, an appropriate sturdy figure, strong and competent. When Colonel St Cyres saw her, he said, “Thank God.” He always did

Anthony was aware that she had two choices: She could marry. Or she could be an old maid. Anthony would have neither. She was determined to reject the choice as society had defined it.