She found a friend in a white lady, who knew her story and helped her on her way.
He was not hungry, but he wanted to stay with the white lady and be her slave.
It be a suddint and bloody end to meet th' White Lady of th' pit.
“Yes, the White Lady,” says the old woman as pleasantly as possible.
The white lady must in the meantime smile on the British commander.
She laughed when she remembered her ghastly fear of the White Lady's death-grip!
As for this matter of the white lady and her companion it is one that we can inquire into at leisure.
Halbert Glendinning boldly reached his hand to the White Lady.
But it was that other who conquered,—your White Lady,—not mine!
She was a clipper, the White Lady was, if ever such sailed the seas.