She looks like these I've just seen.

She's got the marks of a lady.

You can't fool me.

I'm going to find out who she is and--well, maybe it won't be so dull here, after all.

It looks better every minute." He was whistling gaily as he entered the little shop, ready to give a cheery greeting to old Spantz and to make him a temporising offer for the broadsword.