There were women in the camps that could shoot, too; but the safest place was always in front of them.

If Beth has won a medal, though, she might hit something." "Don't try, Beth," said Louise; "you ought to make a hit without shooting." "Thank you, dear." As they left their hotel for a walk they came upon Count Ferralti, who was standing in the court calmly smoking a cigarette.

His right hand was still in a sling.
No one was greatly surprised at his appearance, but Uncle John uttered an exclamation of impatience.

It annoyed him that this fellow, whose antecedents were decidedly cloudy, should be "chasing around" after one of his nieces, Beth and Patsy smiled at each other significantly as the young man was discovered, but Louise, with a slight blush, advanced to greet Ferralti in her usual pleasant and cordial way.
There was no use resenting the intrusion.

They owed a certain consideration to this boyish Italian for his assistance on the Amalfi road.