This necessary counterpoise, the affectionate and simple-minded will readily conceive, would arise to Louisa from the absence of those dear familiar faces which had hitherto constituted her world.

You said you were going to mow the lawn today. – I never!

[…] O heavy hour! Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse Of sun and moon, and that the affrighted globe Should yawn at alteration.

They cooked together, his mother stirring the soup, Obinze making the garri.