"I know best." Her face flushed suddenly, and the nun stood before the detective.
"No," she replied quietly, "you do not know best.

I am mistress here.
Will you kindly go ?" She went to the door and held it open for him, her actions and words belying the meek demeanour which belongs to her calling, and which she never laid aside for a moment.
So with a hopeless mien Sander left the room, and my nurse came towards the bed.
"That," she said, softly, "is a very stupid man." "He is not generally considered so, my sister." She paid as little heed to my words as a nurse to the prattle of a child.
"You have moved," she said, "and this bandage is ruffled.

You must try to lie quieter, for you have a nasty wound in your shoulder.

I know, for I have been through the war.

How came you by such a hurt now that peace has been declared ?" "The other man came by a worse one, for he is dead." "Then the good God forgive you.