"The villains," she said kittenishly.

"Aiming at places of worship as usual.

I am absolutely paralysed with terror.

Mary, darling, I don't believe you turned a hair." "Pas un cheval," replied her firm daughter, in not unnatural error.

One could easily see that she was beloved at home, and one wondered why.
The sound of the guns seemed only a negative form of sound after the bomb, and clearly above the firing could be heard a howl.