Hurry up, we must make time." "Now, Mrs.Waring-Gaunt, I know your driving.

Just remember that I am an only son.

I prefer using all four wheels on curves, please." "Let her go," cried Nora.
And Mrs.Waring-Gaunt "let her go" at such speed that Larry declared he had time for only two perfectly deep breaths, one before they started, the other after they had pulled up beside the Pullman car at the scene of the wreck.
"Jane, Jane, Jane," yelled Larry, waving his hands wildly to a girl who was seen sitting beside a window reading.

The girl looked up, sprang from her seat, and in a moment or two appeared on the platform.

"Come on," yelled Larry.