All summer long, I was busy battling the assistant chief who continued to cry the criminally libelous misfact.

[…] Mr. Wolfe, I beg you—I beg of you— I was sure she was going to cry and I didn't want her to. But Wolfe brusquely brought her up: That's all, Miss Barstow. […]

There was not much to do after the accident but offer what condolence I could.

that being forbidden to be bold thou shouldst grow impudent, or being suffered to be familiar thou shouldst wax hail-fellow?.