It was irresistible, completely irresistible.

It gave her an extraordinary sense of personal power.
He wrapped up the book for her in a sheet of blue "draft" paper that noisily crackled.

While he was doing so, a tiny part of her brain was, as it were, automatically exploring a box of old books in the attic at home and searching therein for a Gasc's French-English Dictionary which she had used at school and never thought of since.
"My compliments to your mother," he said at parting.
She gazed at him questioningly.
"Oh! I was forgetting," he corrected himself, with an avuncular, ironic smile.

"You're not supposed to have seen me, are you ?" Then she was outside in the din; and from thrilling altitudes she had to bring her mind to marketing.

She hid under apples the flat blue parcel in the basket..