She did not take the cigarette out of her mouth.

It jerked up and down with the words.
"Sure to be," Sally replied.
"Suppose Mr.Traill will come and take you out to lunch ?" Sally turned quickly.

"I told you last night," she said bitterly.
"We shan't see each--" "Oh yes, I know that.

But do you think he means it ?" "I'm sure he does." "I'm not." Sally unpinned a coil of her hair and re-arranged it more carefully, unconscious that she did it because Janet had suggested the vague hope in her mind that he might come.
"Why are you so different this morning ?" she asked.
Janet brushed away a piece of glowing ash that had fallen like a cloud of dust into one of the hollows below her neck.
"Didn't know I was very different." "You are." "Well, I've been thinking--" She threw the end of her cigarette away and jumped out of bed, walking on her heels over the cold, linoleumed floor to the washstand.

"I've been thinking," she repeated as she poured out the cold water into the basin--"and as far as I can see"-- she dipped her face with a rush into the icy water, and her words became a gurgle of speeding bubbles--"there was really no need for all your crying and misery--heavens! this water'd nip a tenderer bud than I am.