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1 " Oh dear,” said Jane. “How sad it is!” She limped to the sofa and sat down. She found that her eyes were full of tears. It was so sad: the intimate friendly room, and the table set ready for two people who would never come. Jane had never felt the sadness of the catastrophe before. She had felt the horror of it, and the eeriness of the empty world, but she had been too concerned with her own terrible problems to visualise the little intimate tragedies of the victims of the catastrophe. "
― D.E. Stevenson , The Empty World
2 " Oh dear!” exclaimed the thin Miss Hervey, “how very stupid and trying. Edward will be waiting for us at Croydon.” “Edward will have learned of the delay,” said Miss May cheerfully. “We need not trouble ourselves about Edward. We can get a plane at Glasgow to take us south — or else go by train. As Miss Forrest rightly says we are fortunate in being safe. On second thoughts I should prefer to take the train, Ethel dear, if you have no objection. It takes longer, of course, but I feel I have had sufficient air-travel for some time. "
3 " She found Maisie in the cabin, putting things together, and packing the handbag. “Glasgow!” said Maisie, as she fitted the various brushes and bottles into their places with deft fingers. “Well, fancy that now. I was born in Glasgow and I’ve got an old Aunt living at Milngavie. Would it be too much to ask if I could go and see her, Miss Forrest? She would be surprised —” “Why, of course,” replied Jane, smiling. “You can spend the day with her if you like. We’ll go south to-night by train —” (She felt — like Miss May Hervey — that she had had enough of the air to last her a long time.) "
4 " The landing of an aeroplane always intrigued Jane, she liked to see the swarm of groundsmen pour out of their living quarters, and rush across the field to move the landing platforms up to the aeroplane’s side. She liked the neatness and despatch of their movements, the fuss and bustle of arrival. But, today, she watched and waited in vain. No swarm of groundsmen appeared, nobody appeared, there was not a creature in sight. The whole place seemed asleep in the still, bright morning air. “I suppose they are all asleep,” Maisie said, in the doubtful voice. “They didn’t know we were coming, did they, Miss Forrest? "
5 " Every year somebody invents something new — some new devilish machine to make our lives a burden "