Believe me, my girl." She looked so capable of doing it that the woman was startled and actually offended into a return of her senses.

Miss Vanderpoel had usually the best possible manners in dealing with her inferiors.
Betty poured brandy down Mrs.Worthington's throat and applied strong smelling salts until she gasped back to consciousness.

She had just burst into frightened sobs, when Betty heard confusion and exclamations in the adjoining room.

Blanche and Marie had cried out, and a man's voice was speaking.

Betty went to them.