When the long, hot journey drew to its end and the train slowed down for the last time, there was a stir in Jessamy’s carriage.

Freddie drank from the cup anyway. He looked at the faint red lipstick mark around the rim and said, “Does this count as an indirect kiss?”

The sailor coiled the free end of the hawser on the pier.

I went to the hairdresser for a trim but came back nearly bald.