Mr.Chayne has been deceiving us.
We thought you were an Albanian." "I guess I am," said the lady, after having made four ceremonious bows, "I am the daughter of Albanian patriots.

They were murdered.

One day I'm going back to do a little murdering on my own account." Barbara drew an audible short breath and Doria instinctively moved within the protective area of Adrian's arm.

Jaffery, with knitted brow, leaned against one of the posts supporting the old wistaria arbour and said nothing, leaving me to exploit the lady.
"But you speak perfect English," said I.
"I was raised in Chicago.

My parents were employed in the stockyards of Armour.