As she looked into his clear blue eyes and his square, firm face she observed for the first time that he was quite a handsome fellow.
"It won't soil it at all," she said.
"But it was thoughtless, even rude of me, to take yours when I had my own.

I am so sorry." "Do you think this will be large enough, Hugh ?" she asked, holding up a piece of black court plaster.

The stranger laughed.
"If the cut is as big as that I'd better consult a surgeon," he said.
"About one-tenth of that, I should say." "All right," she said cheerfully.

"It is your wound." "But you are the doctor," he protested.
"I dare say it is too big to look well.

People might think you were dynamited.