"She is..." he began.

Then a popular song gave him inspiration.

"She's pure as the lully in the dell!" In no way discomposed by Heritage's fierce interrogatory air, he continued: "She's either foreign or English, for she couldn't understand what I said, and I could make nothing o' her clippit tongue.
But I could see she had been greetin'.

She looked feared, yet kind o' determined.

I speired if I could do anything for her, and when she got my meaning she was terrible anxious to ken if I had seen a man--a big man, she said, wi' a yellow beard.