On each side of the two figures I obtained a glimpse of stark emptiness.
Betty said: "Are you Mrs.Tufton?
I've come to talk to you about your husband.

Let me come in." The attack was so debonair, so unquestioning, that the woman withdrew a pace or two and Betty, following up her advantage, entered and shut the door behind her.

I could not have done what Betty did if I had had as many legs as a centipede.

Marigold turned to me anxiously.
"You do think she's safe, sir ?" I nodded.

"Anyway, stand by." The neighbours came out of adjoining houses; slatternly women with babies, more unwashed children, an elderly, vacant male or two--the young men and maidens had not yet been released from the mills.