Some one had closed the door, and I could not get out.

I was watching Malta from the window, as she daintily picked her way across the muddy street.

She was such a soft, pretty, amiable-looking cat.

She didn't look that way, though, when the mastiff rushed out of the alleyway at her.
She sprang back and glared at him like a little, fierce tiger.

Her tail was enormous.