I'll go now, if you'll let me, Dr.Connor." "How are you going to get there?
I haven't another ambulance to send--not a horse or a mule----" "I--I'll walk," she said with a sob in her throat.

"I am fearfully sorry--and ashamed----" "There, there," muttered Dr.Connor, "I didn't mean all I said.

It was a brave thing to do--not that your pluck mitigates the offence! Be a little more considerate; think a little faster; don't take to your legs on the first impulse.

Some fool told me you'd been killed--and that made--made me--most damnably angry!" he burst out with a roar to cover the emotion working at his mouth and eyes.
He seized Ailsa's hand and shook it vigorously.
"Excuse my profanity.

I can't avoid it when I think of _you_--dead! There, there.