They loved as only brother and sister can love, without trouble.
The closer contact of his fire-warmed trousers to the calf of his leg made Hermann step out of her encircling arm without any question of hurting her feelings.
"I won't be burned," he said.

"Sorry, but I won't be burned.

It seems to me, Sylvia, that you ought to like Michael a little more and a little less." "It's no use saying what I ought to do," she said.

"The idea of what I 'ought' doesn't come in.

I like him just as much as I like him, neither more nor less." He clawed some more cushions together, and sat down on the floor by her.