Intended to give him a start--or 'One-er in return,' it surpassed his angry shot at the body of them in effect.
Carinthia entered his room and saw that he was lying stretched restfully.

She whispered of this to Chillon, and began upon her watch, reading her Spanish phrasebook; and she could have wept, if she had been a woman for tears.

Her duty to stay in England with Chillon's fair wife crossed the beckoning pages like a black smoke.

Her passion to go and share her brother's dangers left the question of its righteousness at each fall of the big breath.
Her uncle's grey head on his pillow was like a flintstone in chalk under her look by light of dawn; the chin had dropped..