She had not seen him for fifteen years, but nevertheless she recognised him instantly.

There was no doubt it was he: thickened and coarsened, but still he.

He whirled past leaning back in his seat, looking neither to right nor left.
Aunt Aggie's heart gave a thump that nearly upset her equilibrium.

The biscuit dropped onto the road, with a general upheaval of crumbs from all parts of her agitated person.
Lord Lossiemouth! Going in the direction of Priesthope! Her letter! She nearly swooned with joy and pride.
Now Mary and Algernon, now everyone would believe in her.
She raised herself from the heap of stones and with trembling legs hurried towards "The Towers." She must tell Mary at once.
She found Lady Blore seated at her writing-table in the drawing-room, which was choked by the eastern and Japanese impedimenta, the draperies, the krises, the metal bowls, the ivory boxes, which an Indian career seems so inevitably to entail.

Sir John had brought back crates of the kind of foreign _bric-a-brac_ cheap imitations of which throng London shop windows.