Besides, her slender arms could never have thrown the stones as straight and hard as that.
On the other hand Sir Maurice appeared to have lost for once his superb self-possession; he was staring at his beautiful niece with his mouth slightly open.

He muttered; something about finding his handkerchief, and stumbled out of the room.

They heard a door bang up-stairs; then, through the ceiling, they heard a curious drumming sound.

It occurred to the Terror that it might be the heels of Sir Maurice on the floor.
Mrs.Dangerfield rang for old Sarah and instructed her to pull the gorse prickles out of Captain Baster's clothes.

She had nearly finished when Sir Maurice returned.