Miss Sampson gave me orders to watch out for accidents, fire, anything.

So excuse me, Wright." As I stepped back, to my amazement, Sally, excusing herself to the scowling Wright, hurriedly joined me.
"Oh, it's our dance, Russ!" She took my arm and we walked through the patio.
"I'm afraid of him, Russ," she whispered.

"You frightened me worse though.

You didn't mean to--to--" "I made a bluff.

Saw he'd been drinking, so I kept near you." "You return good for evil," she replied, squeezing my arm.