She hadn't done that much for days.

The cloud had raced ahead, and this first swell seemed to travel upon a sea of lead.

There was no life in that stir.

It managed, though, to knock over something in my head.

What would you have done?
You are sure of yourself--aren't you?
What would you do if you felt now--this minute--the house here move, just move a little under your chair.