If his arms hadn't been stuck to the floor, he would have covered his eyes.

She knew what she wanted, and in a world dominated by men, she knew how to get it.

He mopped with enormous, exaggerated care, and in extreme slow motion.

She found herself sitting on the tram-car, mounting up the hill going out of the town, to the place where he had his lodging.

He wished he knew how to hurt her, too.

She thought the Unnamed God had given her a brain to use, not to ignore as a snare of the devil.

He called upon his inventor's creativity to find a solution to the dust that aggravated his asthma as he swept up at night.