How fast the evening had passed, with its newnesses boxed one within the next like constantly opening flashes of excitement. (book 3 chapter 5) Sing at My Wake (1951)
It was night in her lovely Ballroom, where a dream was completely safe. (book 4 chapter 3) Sing at My Wake (1951)
Like touching an old scar, she felt again the crushing sense of responsibility, the sensation of being mysteriously punished... (book 3 chapter 6) Sing at My Wake (1951)