He had no right to put a female policeman over her.

She was a free woman--she wouldn't go out to dinner with Jaff Chayne for a thousand pounds.

Oh, she hated him; at which renewed declaration she burst into fresh weeping and wished she were dead.

As a guardian of young and beautiful widows Jaffery did not seem to be a success.
Barbara, in her wise way, said very little, and searched the paraphernalia on the dressing table for eau-de-cologne and such other lotions as would remove the stain of tears.

Holding these in front of Liosha, like a stern nurse administering medicine, she waited till the fit had subsided.