Biddy said that this was a splendid beginning, if I had the sense to follow it up.
I bore her no grudge—who could bear soft-eyed, laughing, yet tragic Biddy a grudge?
As Biddy says, the girl can be charming not only when she wants to be, but quite often when she doesn't.
Biddy darted off to an adjoining room, leaving me alone with my employer.
It wouldn't be Biddy if she weren't ingratiating herself with some one!
These men were dressed as their ancestors had dressed in the time of Abraham, and Biddy and I envied them.
But you will see for yourself, and talk things over with Your old friend, Biddy.
"The man who stared at me over his candle has a scar on his forehead," said Biddy.
But, Biddy thought we must wait till Wretched was off his guard.
I would have answered, but a look from Biddy enjoined silence.