If Heman felt any surprise at her knowledge of his purpose, he did not betray it.
Then Roxy took her place, and Heman bent over his bass-viol.
But Heman had bent his head, and was moving along with the rest, like a man under a burden.
Heman drove into the yard, and stopped before the kitchen door.
Heman looked at the shaving-mug for a moment, as if he contemplated dashing ...