The very old lady in black looked up at a notice over the window:TO STOP THE TRAIN PULL DOWN THE CHAINPENALTY FOR IMPROPER USE, FIVE POUNDS.She smiled the gentlest, sweetest smile. "All my life I have been afraid that one day the temptation would prove too much for me," she said."Don't suppose there's anyone who doesn't feel like that, ma'am," said the soldier, grinning.

And at the end of the evening he and Dym had made plans, airy ambitious plans, of all that they would do after the war. Euphemia had laughed at the planners. “What boundless energy you have, Jacob!” she had said.Jacob had turned - Tony could see the dark, curly head and sparkling eyes quite plainly - and smiled at her. “Madam,” he had said, “if I had a thousand lives, I could fill them all.

Never had a decent report in his life!" Tony repeated, hardly able to believe the words. He was thinking, in shocked surprise, that even Tante Bettina did not know how mad the English could be.

Hadn't we better turn it lower?" Tony whispered."Eh, what? It's quiet enough, I think."Tony flung a hunted glance at the window. "You have let me listen in to Germany. If the police find out, there will be great trouble -""There won't be any trouble at all," said Thomas. "You're in England, remember. You're free to tune in to any station you please.