His whole nature seemed serenely alight: he stood on the hearth, leaning his elbow on the mantelpiece, musing not unblissfully.

Some schmendrick from downstairs asked if you could turn down your stereo.

The poor Franciscan made no reply: a hectic of a moment pass’d across his cheek, but could not tarry […]

She left him alone, and went to get Annie a spin of toffee.