They say those Algerian troops are getting out of hand--paid in depreciated francs and up against the high cost of debauchery.
You're taking a chance." "Wish I could go.

Haven't seen a healthy scrap sinze Zeitun Ridge.
Hey! Hullo! What's this?
Lovely woman! Well, I'll be!" It was Mabel Ticknor, followed by the six men I was watching for, Yussuf Dakmar looking sulky and discouraged in their midst, almost like a prisoner, and the other five wearing palpably innocent expressions.
"Lord!" remarked the officer nearest me.

"That gang's got the wind up! Look at the color of their gills! Booked through, I'll bet you, and been listening to tales all night!" The gang drew abreast just as another officer gave tongue to his opinion.

They couldn't help hearing what he said; he had one of those voices that can carry on conversation in a boiler foundry.
"There's more in this than meets the eye! She's not a nurse.

She don't walk like a missionary.