She's a girl without a caste.

I like her.

I made some studies from her; Kelly let me." "Does Kelly own her ?" asked Burleson, puffing out his chest.
"He discovered her.

He has first call." Allaire, who had come up, caught the drift of the conversation.
"Oh, hell," he said, in his loud, careless voice, "anybody can take Valerie West to supper.

The town's full of her kind." "Have you taken her anywhere ?" asked Annan, casually.
Allaire flushed up: "I haven't had time." He added something which changed the fixed smile on his symmetrical, highly coloured face into an expression not entirely agreeable.
"The girl's all right," said Burleson, reddening.