"It really is a house, isn't it; and luckily, all the gargoyles are on the outside." She held out her hand and gave Martin the sort of smile for which any genuine man would sell his soul.
"Marty," she added, "you've been far more than a brother to me.

You've been a cousin.

I shall never be able to thank you.

And I adored the drive with our noses turned to the city.

I shan't be able to be seen on the streets until I've got some frocks, so please come and see me every day.