sweetman

But Miss Sweetman was busy, and only puckered up her mouth and ordered me back to my seat.

I had spent all my life at school, from the day when my father and mother kissed me for the last time in Miss Sweetman's parlour.

You and Sweetman thought it was the beating of a human heart.

Outside the house of Frederick Wingate two men stood talking; he saw, with surprise, that one of them was Mr. Sweetman.