Well, with those two and ourselves, you'll have plenty of starting-points.

Ah, luncheon!" For the bell rang, and sent Constance hurrying upstairs to take off her things.
As she washed her hands, her thoughts were very busy with the incidents of her morning's walk.

The colours had suddenly freshened in the Oxford world.

No doubt she had expected them to freshen; but hardly so soon.

A tide of life welled up in her--a tide of pleasure.