“Was it a field-gun that robbed you?”
“Yes, I was careless that morning.”
“Marvin, you had the finest left hand that ever was.”
“Does the loss of it make a difference?”
“Why, not much. You steer remarkably well, considering.”
“Thank you, dear. I can’t even tie my cravat or wash my hand without help.”
He brought the car to a halt at the top of the hill.
“This is where we left the road three years ago. Let’s go over and look at the thorn-apple again.”
“I’d a little rather not. You’ll want me to sit down, and the ground is too damp for this dress.”
“Gratia, you are cruel not to give me the right atmosphere for what I am going to say.”