He was about to cross the road, so I took his arm and turned him back.

And there was the gray mist creeping up between the trees, and the lamps glimmering in the distance, and the faint pink glow had not yet died away.
'It is so quiet here,' I pleaded, 'and I could not get you alone for a moment if we went in.

Uncle Brian will be there, and Jill, and we could not say a word.

Aunt Philippa and Sara have gone to see Lesbia.

I have been driving with them all the afternoon.