Mr. minge took the end of her scarf, and as he toyed with the fringe, sighed heavily.
For five minutes she held her handkerchief to her eyes, and then Mr. minge rose and looked at his watch.
Mr. minge attempted to take her hand, but she drew back and repulsed him.
Mr. minge turned pale, and grasped the carved balustrade against which he rested.
For several weeks she was dangerously ill, and was just able to sit up when Mr. minge discovered her.
Mr. minge redoubled his exertions, and at last found her in one of the hospitals connected with a convent.
"female pudendum," 1903, of unknown origin.