"You should have brought her to us at once.

Where is that Belgian--Rondel ?" "He is guarding the woman, sir." "Guarding her!" "She's a little difficult to manage, sir, at times.

She left Charleroi willingly enough, but she's tricky, and it is our duty to deliver her to you safely." "Get her at once, Henderson," exclaimed Patsy, recovering her wits; "and the dear children, too." Presently there was a sound of shuffling on the stairs and through the corridor.

The door opened to admit the arrivals from Charleroi.
Henderson first pushed in a big woman dressed in a faded blue-checked gown, belted around the waist in a manner that made her look like a sack tied in the middle.

Her head was bare, her hair awry, her face sullen and hard; she was undeniably "fleshy" and not altogether clean.