An idea so strong it was a certainty rose in his mind: the lady was lying.

"You waste time asking me questions while the lady lies dying."

She then gave me a rather minute description of the chamber in which the lady was lying.

Both ladies were lying on the tent floor when I looked back.

He stopped beside a tomb upon which a lady with a sad worn face was lying.

"So you are on the loose and the little lady wasn't lying."

He led her upstairs to a vast drawing room where the lady of the house was lying on a sofa reading.

In the bedroom the old lady was still lying in much the same position.

"And any lady who claims she doesn't love mashed potatoes is lying."