Give it to me," said Sarah Brown.
The pain was like a wave breaking upon her, carrying her away from her safe shore of shadow, to be lost in seething and suffocating seas without rest.

Her eyes felt dried up with fever, and whenever she shut them, the darkness was filled with a jumble of nauseating squares in blue upon a mustard-coloured background.

The smell of beans was terrible.
Richard fumbled with something very badly folded up in newspaper.

He also tried ineffectively to light a match by wiping it helplessly against his riding breeches.

He seemed to have none of the small skill in details that comes to most people before they grow up.