"My True Love's voice is the only voice that is a little more beautiful to me than silence...." For a moment he looked every inch a wizard.

Every button on his uniform and every buckle on the Horse Vivian's harness caught the moonlight, and changed into faery spangles as he turned and waved his hand before disappearing.
The policeman seemed quieted, as he looked at Sarah Brown sitting, white and haggard with pain, on the river bank, with her arm round the shivering David.
"In a minute, in a minute, my One," she was saying to David.

"We are nearly home now.

We shall soon be quiet now." There was always something startlingly inoffensive about Sarah Brown's appearance.
"I'd like to know 'oo was responsible for this houtrage, all the same," said the policeman.
Sarah Brown did not hear him, but she said: "Oh, I am so very sorry it happened.

It was a pure accident, of course, but it is so terrible to see any one have an accident to his dignity.