She lifted a tress on her forefinger and smoothed it against the sunlight.
The glory of the pipe, as Tress had suggested, lay in its carving.
The more I examined the pipe the more amazed I was at Tress's generosity.
I propose that we act on Tress's suggestion, and go and make inquiries of him.
I could see that Brasher did not altogether like the tone in which Tress repeated his words.
If Tress chose to poison the man, it was his affair, not mine.
Tress had filled the pipe, and handed it, with a lighted match, to Bob.
Tress, I have brought you something on which you may exercise your ingenuity.
I am aware, Tress, of how you pride yourself upon your ingenuity.
I—I hope, Tress, that you're—you're going to play no tricks on me?