The guttural sonority with which she rolled the "r" in "cruel" made the epithet appear one of revolting barbarity.

She fixed those confounded eyes upon me.
I wonder whether such a fool as I has ever lived.
I promised, on my honour, not to hand her over to the Turkish consulate.
I took a four-wheeled cab from the rank on the Embankment and drove her to Waterloo.

On the way she reminded me that she was hungry.

I gave her food at the buffet.

It appears she has a passion for hard-boiled eggs and lemonade.