She doesn't sleep very well, and she's always smelling smoke or hearing burglars.
She's timid, like most women.

I might shoot her if I was only half awake and she came opposite my door." "Exactly," said Sidney Meeks.

When Albion went away he stared after his bulky, retreating back with a puzzled expression.

He shook his head.

Fear was the hardest thing in the world for him to understand.
"That great, able-bodied man must feel mighty queer," he muttered, as he stowed away the pile of greasy bank-notes and the nickels collected at the soda-fountain in a pile of disordered linen in a bureau drawer.