Jack's twin brother was killed, you know--and mine--well, you know how mine is." A swift vision of a bright-faced, cheery-voiced soldier, feeling his way around a darkened room in the Amory home, leaped to Sidney's mind and overwhelmed him with pity and self-reproach.
"Dear Miss Frances, will you forgive me?
I hadn't quite got on to the thing.

I understand the game better now." "Now, I don't want to poison your mind.

I shouldn't have said that--about the flat feet, I mean.

He goes to the Rectory, you know.

I want to be fair--" "Please don't worry.