He's done for, and old Dolores will have to go to trial.

They'll make it hot for him when they catch him.

No more fur-robes from your Spanish friend, Virginie! You'll have to look somewhere else for your beaux, though to be sure there are enough that'd be glad to get you with that farm of yours, and your thrifty ways, if you keep your character." Virginie was quite quiet now.

The asperity and suggestiveness of the other's speech produced a cooling effect upon her.
"Better hurry, Mere Langlois, or everybody won't hear your story before sundown.

If your throat gets tired, there's Brown's Bronchial Troches--" She pointed to an advertisement on the fence near by.