Miss Dartle played backgammon as eagerly as she did everything else.
Miss Dartle,” I returned, “you are surely not so unjust as to condemn me!
I was convinced that the scoundrel spoke of himself, and I saw my conviction reflected in Miss Dartle's face.
Miss Dartle softly touched her, and bent down her head to whisper, but she would not hear a word.
If you please, sir, would you have the goodness to walk in, and speak to Miss Dartle?
Miss Dartle glanced at me, as though she would inquire if there were anything that I desired to ask.
He made his way by sea to Naples, and back, after hearing the narrative to which Miss Dartle had assisted me.
When Miss Dartle spoke again, it was through her set teeth, and with a stamp upon the ground.
Miss Dartle suddenly kneeled down before it, and began to loosen the dress.
Miss Dartle is a vindictive woman, noted for a scar on her lip, which told tales when her temper was aroused.