Things are going on here, such things! It's nerve-racking, that's what it is, nerve-racking.
Still no word from the thoroughly alarmed Ambrose.
She ain't to blame. Imperia's a good girl, spoiled, but at heart a good girl. She's put upon too easily, that's all. They uses her.
This ambiguous they!
Some days I don't think I can stand it any more, and I plan to go back to Ohio. It's only that my little girl needs me that keeps me here.
Mrs. Starling was so overcome by her honest emotion that her voice had developed a tremolo and she remained silent for so long a time after this outburst that Ambrose felt constrained to find courage to ask feebly, Wha—at's the matter?
Mrs. Starling peered behind her apprehensively to make certain that no eavesdropper was in sight. Placing one chubby finger to her lips she whispered, Sh! Then bending towards Ambrose, she cupped his ear with her palm to ejaculate in a really tremendous crescendo, Matter enough! It's that Count!
Recalling the scene he had witnessed the day before, Ambrose recoiled.
I couldn't talk to anybody before you came. There wasn't nobody to talk to. . . . You see my
