"How _could_ you ?" "It really _was_ an inspiration.

I'm sure of that now," she said quietly, though I could tell by her tone that she was trying to hide excitement.

"You never saw that woman before, except once on the stage, yet you know who she is.

You jumped as if she had fired a shot at you." "I know by the hair," I answered.

"I might have foreseen this would be the kind of thing you would think of--it's like you." "You ought to be grateful to me for thinking of it," said Lisa.