She betrayed not the slightest fear.

She looked as if she could fight like a little tigress.

She was white, composed, defiant.
"How long has Russ been in here ?" demanded Sampson.
"All evening.

I left Diane at eight o'clock.

Russ came right after that." "But you'd undressed for bed!" ejaculated the angry and perplexed uncle.
"Yes." That simple answer was so noncommittal, so above subterfuge, so innocent, and yet so confounding in its provocation of thought that Sampson just stared his astonishment.