“Could anything good come from Clarington Cross?”
She bristled as she remembered the disparaging, rhetorical question posed by Mrs. Danvers. Miserable woman. Who did she think she was? Sticking her thin nose up in the air like that as if she smelled a rat. Well, this lass was no rat. She had brains and a good head on her shoulders. She will show that insufferable old biddy the kind of folks that come from Clarington Cross. They come from good stock and could do anything they set their minds to.
Gathering her skirts, she climbed down out of the train.