She was a pleasant friend; just the soft bit sweeter than male friends which gave the flavour of sex without the artful seductions.

He required them strong to move him.
He looked at last on the green walls of the Priory, scarcely supposing a fair watcher to be within; for the contrasting pale colours of dawn had ceased to quicken the brilliancy of the crescent, and summer daylight drowned it to fainter than a silver coin in water.

It lay dispieced like a pulled rag.

Eastward, over Surrey, stood the full rose of morning.

The Priory clock struck four.