There seemed to be much need of coming and going, of much cawing.
"I met her pretty often during those months that Helen Lavery was running her round," she said at length.

"It always seemed to me to have a touch of the heroic, that absurd effort she was making to 'qualify' herself, so that she might be of use to him.

I can see her doing something quite big, if she thought it would help him." The cawing of the rooks grew fainter.

One by one they folded their wings.
Neither spoke for a while.

Later on, they talked about the coming election.