They might feel resentful, to be sure; but resentment could avail them little--and it didn't bring the dollars back to them.
He chuckled.

He was thinking of the Bransfords now--and Sanderson.

He had put a wolf on Sanderson's trail--he and Silverthorn; and Sanderson would soon cease to bother him.
He chuckled again; and he sat in the chair at the desk, hugely enjoying himself until the cigar was finished.

Then he got up, locked the doors, and went upstairs.
Peggy Nyland had not recovered consciousness.

The woman who was caring for the girl sat near an open window that looked out upon Okar's one street when Maison entered the room.
Maison asked her if there was any change; was told there was not.