I'm going to tell the people that it's Carleton and only Carleton--Carleton here, Carleton there, Carleton everywhere, against them.

I'm going to drag him out into the open and make him put up his own fists." Joan undertook to sound Greyson.

She was sure Greyson would support him, in his balanced, gentlemanly way, that could nevertheless be quite deadly.
They grew less and less afraid of looking at one another as they felt that darkened room further and further behind them.
They parted at Charing Cross.

Joan would write.

They agreed it would be better to choose separate days for their visits to Folkestone.
She ran against Madge in the morning, and invited herself to tea.