The rooms are shapely, the ceilings high; over the doorways a rose or a ram's skull is carved in the wood.
Even the panels, painted in raspberry-coloured paint, have their distinction.
Bonamy took up a bill for a hunting-crop.
"That seems to be paid," he said.
There were Sandra's letters.
Mrs.Durrant was taking a party to Greenwich.
Lady Rocksbier hoped for the pleasure....
Listless is the air in an empty room, just swelling the curtain; the flowers in the jar shift.

One fibre in the wicker arm-chair creaks, though no one sits there.
Bonamy crossed to the window.

Pickford's van swung down the street.

The omnibuses were locked together at Mudie's corner.

Engines throbbed, and carters, jamming the brakes down, pulled their horses sharp up.