"But as I told you, women are always fools, and nervous women the worst ones, I haven't any patience with them.

I was vexed enough with her for keeping me from Phebe.

I don't believe she was ever hurried so out of an attack before." "I'm afraid there's need of a broom or something here, Miss Vernor.

This vase is in a thousand pieces." Gerald seized the hearth-brush and was on her knees by him in a moment.
"The lamp, please, Mr.Halloway.Set it on the floor an instant." Denham moved it as desired, and stood looking down at her as she began deftly brushing up the scattered bits.
"Miss Vernor!" he suddenly exclaimed in a shocked voice.

The bright light, falling broadly across her hands, showed two great angry-red blotches just above one of the delicate wrists.