"That is better," she said.
"Good work," he said.

"Now I am going to be fit for anything in a few moments.

But," he added, "you look rather badly, as if you might faint yourself." "I?
What difference does it make how I look?
I am quite right.

If they would only come! I know what I will do," she cried.

"Where are your cartridges ?" She loaded the gun and fired in quick succession half a dozen shots.