“In love!” she said
He was in love!
And there’s no flesh on his neck; his hands are red; and he’s six months older than I am!
“She is beneath this roof … She is beneath this roof!”
“Good morning to you, Clarissa!” said Hugh, rather extravagantly, for they had known each other as children.”
The way she said “Here is my Elizabeth!” – that annoyed him. Why not “Here’s Elizabeth” simply? It was insincere.
He had escaped!
I haven’t felt so young in years!
“Well, and what’s happened to you?” “Millions of things!” he exclaimed.
But it was delicious to hear her say that – my dear Peter!
“How heavenly it is to see you again!” she exclaimed. He had his knife out. That’s so like him, she thought.