"You seem to be in sound physical condition." "Oh, all women have queer turns, George." "Did you consult D'Abri, as I told you to do, in Paris ?" "Yes, yes! Now let us talk no more about it.

I have had these--symptoms since I was a child." "You never told me of them before we were married," he muttered.
Lisa scowled darkly at him, but she glanced at the baby and her mouth closed.

Little Jacques should never hear her rage nor swear.
From an overhanging gable at the street corner looked down a roughly hewn stone Madonna.

The arms of the Holy Child were outstretched to bless.

Lisa paused before it, crossing herself.