Her music is really wonderful----people who know, I mean, all say so.

But you see we're the same age--only two of us.

We've always been everything to one another." Olva wondered why Craven had told him.

It was not as though they had ever been very intimate, but Craven seemed to think that Olva and his sister would have much in common.
Olva wondered, as he looked at Craven standing there in the doorway, how this sister would take the change in her brother.

He had suddenly, as he looked at Craven, a perception of the number of lives with whose course his action had involved him.