Then Major Hardy suddenly appeared, closing the door, and mopping his face with a handkerchief.

His eyes met mine.
"By Gad, Galesworth," he began, "woman is the hardest creature to comprehend on this foot-stool.

I've been trying to understand them for fifty years, and am still in the primary class.

You'd never have thought that girl of mine cared anything for Le Gaire to hear her talk last night, yet, now the fellow is dead, she is crazy.

Lying in there on the bed, crying, and won't say a word.