"Its Miss Wilkes, if you dont mind. Numbly, Paul continued to turn the pages while the wind and rain drove against the house.
"She shrugged, then laughed. Her hair bounced and joggled around her face as it came loose from the bobby-pins that held it up. Annie put it on the mantel below the picture of the Arc de Triomphe without comment. I guess I dont want to write after all; I think Ill just take an extra pill and go to bed.
Although she was the most levelheaded and practical of women, the sudden outburst of knocking startled a little scream from her, and she scalded herself with the hot milk she had been pouring from pot to cup. "She frowned at the calendar.
"The Corrasable is good enough to start with — after all, Ill have to rewrite anyway — "Only a silly person would try to start a good work with a bad tool. Although the curtains guarding the bow windows were only half-drawn, affording a lovely view of the mountains, the room seemed too dark — because its colors were too dark, he thought.