She managed to hold up her head with a ghost of her former defiant spirit.
"Miss Sampson, it's a--" I burst out.
Then Sally fainted.

It was I who caught her.

Miss Sampson hurried to her side with a little cry of distress.
"Russ, your hand's called," said Sampson.

"Of course you'll swear the moon's green cheese.

And I like you the better for it.