But she was gone.
"Say, she's a regular--" He paused and thought for a moment.

"She's an angel, that's what--and a mighty sight better than most of them.

She's a--" He turned back to his watch, leaving his thought unspoken.

In the presence of the greater passions words are woefully inadequate.
The Indian was still eating as ravenously as ever.
"He's filling up, I guess.

He ought to be full soon at that rate.