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 […]

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

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