I've wrenched my shoulder a little, but it isn't much." "Which shoulder ?" "The right.

No, really it isn't serious." She winced as he touched it with his hand nevertheless.
"Sure ?" he said.
He began to feel it very carefully, and she winced again with indrawn breath.
"It's only bruised," she said.
"It's painful, anyhow," he remarked bluntly.

"Well, you must be wet to the skin.

You had better come with me to the mill and get dry." Doris flushed a little.

"Oh, thank you, but really--I don't want to--to trespass on your kindness.