But a while ago he began getting sort of nervous." "What did he do ?" "Nothing.

I just _felt_ he was getting excited.

The way you know when your hoss is going to shy." "Do you want to go to your room first, doctor, or will you go in to see him now ?" "Now," decided the doctor, and followed her down the hall and through a door.
The room reminded the doctor more of a New England interior than of the mountain-desert.

There was a round rag rug on the floor with every imaginable colour woven into its texture, but blended with a rude design, reds towards the centre and blue-greys towards the edges.

There were chairs upholstered in green which looked mouse-coloured where the high lights struck along the backs and the arms--shallow-seated chairs that made one's knees project foolishly high and far.