Strange to go away for four years, and come back, and find that the candle standing on the dressing-table still cast the shadow of an old crone's head in the corner beyond the clothes-horse.

Strange that even a shadow should last longer than a man! She looked about among the old familiar objects; all was there, but the old self was gone.
"What are you noticing ?" asked Em.
"Nothing and everything.

I thought the windows were higher.

If I were you, when I get this place I should raise the walls.

There is not room to breathe here.