He did it well, too, without the remotest semblance of hurry.
I suppose that actually the motive power was his aunt.

People used to say so, but it did not appear on the surface to anyone in close contact with the man; or it appeared only in very small things.

We used to work in a tall, dark, pleasant room, book-lined, and giving on to a lawn that was always an asylum for furtive thrushes.

Miss Churchill, as a rule, sat half forgotten near the window, with the light falling over her shoulder.

She was always very absorbed in papers; seemed to be spending laborious days in answering letters, in evolving reports.