A few minutes ago I heard what I thought was a muffled gunshot.

I looked out, and saw your window thrown open, though the light was dim, and only a candle was showing in the smaller window.

I was alarmed, so came to inquire what had happened.
You'll pardon me, I'm sure." "Say you don't, Jack, I implore you, and let me apologize for you," pleaded Hart.
"Doris, this is my good friend, Wally Hart," smiled Grant.

"Won't you sit down?
We have an exciting story for you." "Father will be horribly anxious if he knows I have gone out." Nevertheless, there was sufficient spice of Mother Eve in Doris that she should take the proffered chair.
"Sorry to interrupt," broke in Furneaux.

"Did you meet P.C.