Then he looked at me with a flash of the old indignation.

'You are not near enough to her for that!' he exclaimed.
'I am not near enough to her for that.' Silence fell between us.

A crow perched upon an opened venetian and cawed lustily.

For years afterward I never heard a crow caw without a sense of vain, distressing experiment.

Dacres got up and began to walk about the room.