When they coughed, they coughed like people accustomed to be forgotten on doorsteps and in draughty passages, waiting for answers to letters in faded ink . . .

“He has the power to render us happy or unhappy; to make our service light or bu…”

“My dear if you could give me a cup of tea to clear my muddle of a head I should…”

“Tst! Joe!" cried the coachman in a warning voice, looking down from his box.”

“Her heart--is given him, with all its love and truth. She would joyfully die wi…”