The wounded one was a passenger, I suppose." "But what are they like ?" continued Kate.

"I suppose they're like them all." Mrs.Hale shrugged her shoulders.
"The wounded one, when he's not fainting away, is laughing.

The other is a creature with a moustache, and gloomy beyond expression." "What are you going to do with them ?" said Kate.
"What should I do?
Even without John's letter I could not refuse the shelter of my house to a wounded and helpless man.

I shall keep him, of course, until John comes.

Why, Kate, I really believe you are so prejudiced against these people you'd like to turn them out.