Och, they suit you, Queenie! Promise me you'll wear them.
Looking up at the stars and smoking in silence.
The wave of memory had submerged me for a whole minute, while I'd just sat staring and let it all come flooding back.
I ken who you are! You're Strathfearn's granddaughter. Julie Stuart, is it? Och, aye, Lady Julia! Well then, Lady Julia, tell me -- who don't you deserve a glass of water?
Inspector Milne's suspicious prying appeared to have awakened her inner Bolshevik, and so I discovered my own lady mother is not above quietly circumventing the law.
She gave a low and delighted chuckle. Her eyes were black as a moonless December night and reflected the electric lights like stars.