"It's like something in a dream," and he ran to pull the bell for help.
"No, no! Don't ring! It will make us ridiculous.

They'll think Americans don't know anything.

There must be some way of dampening the stove; and if there isn't, I'd rather suffocate than give myself away." Mrs.March ran and opened the window, while her husband carefully examined the stove at every point, and explored the pipe for the damper in vain.
"Can't you find it ?" The night wind came in raw and damp, and threatened to blow their lamp out, and she was obliged to shut the window.
"Not a sign of it.

I will go down and ask the landlord in strict confidence how they dampen their stoves in Ansbach." "Well, if you must.

It's getting hotter every moment." She followed him timorously into the corridor, lit by a hanging lamp, turned low for the night.
He looked at his watch; it was eleven o'clock.