She took them up to her bedroom, where she remained all the afternoon.

I was greatly relieved.

It was right that she should know what was going to be published under Adrian's name.
In Jaffery's presence, I disclosed to Barbara the identity of the author.

He said to her much the same as he had said to me before lunch, with, perhaps, a little more shamefacedness.

Were it not for reiteration upon reiteration of the same things in talk, life would be a stark silence broken only by staccato announcement of facts.