Fanny's eyes seemed to question, to commiserate, to be, for a second, love itself.

But she exaggerated.
Bramham noticed nothing.

And when the kettle boiled, up she scrambled, more like a colt or a puppy than a loving woman.
Now Jacob walked over to the window and stood with his hands in his pockets.

Mr.Springett opposite came out, looked at his shop window, and went in again.

The children drifted past, eyeing the pink sticks of sweetstuff.