They just shut their jaws, lay back their ears, and--" "We're not talking about race-horses, Buck," interrupted Percival, smiling.
"Neither am I," said Buck forcibly.
Ruth went to Olga Obosky.

She did so only after a rather prolonged inward struggle.

The Russian's interest in Percival was not moderated by the reserve supposed to be inherent in women.

She was an open idolatress.

One had only to watch the way she followed him with her dark, heavy-lidded eyes to know what was in her mind.