She had, as if designedly to relieve these effects, a pair of Mephistophelian black eyebrows and a very neat black dress.

The glare of the gas lit up her piquant hair and face perfectly against the brown background of the shutters.

The background was blue and not brown in one place; at the place where Rupert's knife had torn a great opening in the wood about an hour before.
"Madam," said he, advancing with a gesture of the hat, "permit me to have the pleasure of announcing to you that you are free.

Your complaints happened to strike our ears as we passed down the street, and we have therefore ventured to come to your rescue." The old lady with the red face and the black eyebrows looked at us for a moment with something of the apoplectic stare of a parrot.

Then she said, with a sudden gust or breathing of relief: "Rescue?
Where is Mr Greenwood?
Where is Mr Burrows?
Did you say you had rescued me ?" "Yes, madam," said Rupert, with a beaming condescension.