Miette related how sad she had been the last week.
She was now working at the other end of the Jas, and could only get out early in the morning.

Then she made a pout of annoyance which Silvere distinguished perfectly, and to which he replied by nodding his head with an air of vexation.

They were exchanging all those gestures and facial expressions that speech entails.

They cared but little for the wall which separated them now that they could see each other in those hidden depths.
"I knew," continued Miette, with a knowing look, "that you came here to draw water every morning at the same hour.

I can hear the grating of the pulley from the house.