"Why, Charles," she exclaimed, "there is no cream in your coffee." "No, there isn't," looking into his cup; "nor sugar." She threw a lump at him, which he caught, laughing one of his abrupt laughs.
"How extraordinarily affectionate," I thought, but somehow it pleased me.
"Why do you tempt me, Alice ?" I said.

"Doctor White says I must not drink coffee." "Tempted!" Charles exclaimed.

"Cassandra is never tempted.

What she does, she does because she will.

Don't worry yourself, Alice, about her." "Because I will," I repeated.
A nervous foreboding possessed me, the moment I entered my room.