It's dead easy.

Them stays are a bit troublesome if they run to size, but she's thin enough as it is.
Anyhow, I can show you a fine trick for that.

Just turn her over till I cast a lashin' loose with my knife." Watts was elbowed aside so unceremoniously that his temper gave way.
Hozier lifted Iris's head gently and unfastened the neck-hooks of her blouse.

He began to chafe her cold hands tenderly, and pressed back the hair from her damp forehead.

The "chief," not flattered by his own reflections, thought fit to sneer at these half measures.
"She's on'y a woman like the rest of 'em," he growled, "even if she _is_ the owner's niece, an' a good-lookin' gal at that.