She always walked off directly after tea with her arm round the girl-friend's waist.

Marlow said that there was only one girl-friend with whom he had conversed at all.

It had happened quite unexpectedly, long after he had given up all hope of getting into touch with these reserved girl-friends.
One day he saw a woman walking about on the edge of a high quarry, which rose a sheer hundred feet, at least, from the road winding up the hill out of which it had been excavated.

He shouted warningly to her from below where he happened to be passing.

She was really in considerable danger.