getting worse—she was CRYING 2nite because i accepted michigan instead of oberlin

“A tight little craft,” was Austin’s invariable comment on the matron;[…]. ¶ Near her wandered her husband, orientally bland, invariably affable, and from time to time squinting sideways, as usual, in the ever-renewed expectation that he might catch a glimpse of his stiff, retroussé moustache.

This is one reason why one inclines to quotation in discussing his writing . Any paraphrase that even slightly misinflects his descriptions runs the risk of near-total distortion.

Come and have a goggle at Fauzia’s new car!