a woman

 a woman
 a woman. and overbearing; Chambers was meek and docile. en den lef' her own chile layin' aroun'. The window of the room had no curtains. and a boy twelve years old. Tom moped along the lane past Pudd'nhead Wilson's house. don't you ever forgit it ag'in. Yet her feeling was moderate indeed when contrasted with Rowena's. following it with the mark of the ball of each finger in succession. but the flashings and sparklings had no charm for his eye; they were only just so many pangs to his heart. January. Presently she said impressively:"You got to go mighty keerful now.