It's something that can't be explained." She sat on the arm of the chair with her hands round a knee.

A little of her pink ankle showed.

The pipe that she had dropped when his voice had come up from the street lay on the floor.
His answer had disappointed her; she didn't quite know why.

The old Marty would have been franker and more spontaneous.

The old Marty might have made her laugh with his boyish ingenuousness, but he would have warmed her and made her feel delightfully vain.