He remained where he was, and when he moved it was in another direction.

He went into the bar and ordered a whisky and soda.
He was as excited as he had been in the old days when he had rowed stroke in a winning race for his college boat.

He felt, somehow or other, that the first step had been a success.

She had been inclined at first to resent his offer.

She had looked at him and changed her mind.
Even when she had turned away, she had smiled.