I no longer looked up at the sky, but down to the ground.
For a moment I shrank back, and would have hidden, but then I thought bitterly, what did it matter?
Unpleasant words must be said between us, sooner or later.

A very few would suffice.

Better they were said at once.
"Margery," said John, "people are looking for you, and talking about you.

I have come to fetch you to the house.

To tell the truth I am glad of the opportunity of saying something which has been long upon my mind.
Will you bear with me a few minutes ?" "Yes," I said, "certainly.