"I think—we've—we've always did our own buttling," she faltered.
But for a second she faltered; if ever quick action were needed, it was now.
Yet he never, in the darkest hour, faltered or hesitated for a moment.
"I—I won't do it again," she faltered, twisting her hands together.
He faltered; a worried and calculating look shadowed his small eyes.
"You told me I was ...