The Ladies of Missalonghi

...she looked like the sort of woman most men would want to get to know because they weren't sure what went on inside.

You just hang onto the thought that every dog has its day, even the bitches

Suddenly the thought that the end of her life was imminent shocked him; it was one thing to pity someone he didn't know, quite another to face the same dilemma with someone he knew intimately. That was the trouble with beds. They turned strangers into intimates more quickly than ten years of polite teas in parlours.

Best of all she liked his eyes, such a translucent golden brown, and so laughing.