You must come, or you will kill her.

She has heart trouble, and you must not excite her." Elizabeth put the pistol back into its holster and, picking up the bridle again, fastened it in the ring, saying simply, "I will come back." "What do you want ?" she asked abruptly when she returned to the bedroom.
"Don't you know that's a disrespectful way to speak ?" asked the woman querulously.

"What did you have to get into a temper for, and go off like that without telling me anything about my son?
Sit down, and tell me all about it." "I'm sorry, grandmother," said Elizabeth, sitting down.

"I thought you didn't want me and I better go." "Well, the next time wait until I send you.

What kind of a thing have you got on, anyway?
That's a queer sort of a hat for a girl to wear.