Neighbors of any kind were likely to be a confounded nuisance, but two women! Heavens! And the stout woman was sure to be running in for calls and to borrow things.

As for the other, she seemed a nice girl enough, but he never wanted to see another girl, nice or otherwise.

Her eyes were pretty, so was her hair, but what of it?
Oh, hang the luck! Just here he banged his swollen forehead on the sharp edge of the door, and found relief in profanity.
Seth Atkins was profane, also, when he heard the news.

Brown said nothing until his superior discovered with his own eyes that the bungalow was open.

Then, in answer to the lightkeeper's questions, came the disclosure of the truth.
"Women!" roared Seth.