You're all alone here, without even a maid." "Am I all alone ?"--softly.
"Well, no; come to think of it, I'm no longer your godfather in theory.
Give me the cotton and hold the basin." He was very tender.

The wound bled a little; but it was not the kind that bled profusely.

It was less a cut than a smashing bruise.
"Well, that's all I can do.

Who was this tenant Gregory ?" "A dear old man.

A valet at a Broadway hotel.