She's only a girl." "All right.

I won't run," said the big culprit, who wished he had the power to fly.
"And there's Saffo and Cors over there watching us, too.

We're caught.
I'm sorry, mister." On the opposite bank of the pool stood two rigid members of the Royal Guard, intently watching the fishers.

King was somewhat disturbed by the fact that their rifles were in a position to be used at an instant's notice.

He felt himself turning pale as he thought of what might have happened if he had taken to flight.
A young lady in a rajah silk gown, a flimsy panama hat tilted well over her nose, with a red feather that stood erect as if always in a state of surprise, turned the bushes and came to a stop almost at King's elbow.
He had time to note, in his confusion, that she was about shoulder-high alongside him, and that she was staring up into his face with amazed grey eyes.