"I've heard that from a lot of people.

Say Sister just once." His lordship frowned in embarrassment.
"Sister!" he exclaimed.

It sounded like the pop of a cork.
Anita Flagg laughed unkindly and her beautiful shoulders shivered as though she were cold.
"Not a bit like it, Deptford," she said.

"Good-night." Later Helen Page, who came to her room to ask her about a horse she was to ride in the morning, found her ready for bed but standing by the open window looking out toward the great city to the south.
When she turned Miss Page saw something in her eyes that caused that young woman to shriek with amazement.
"Anita!" she exclaimed.

"You crying! What in Heaven's name can make you cry ?" It was not a kind speech, nor did Miss Flagg receive it kindly.