She was speaking with a swift, bright certainty, conscious of nothing but the joy of performing her natural function in her natural world where nothing could take precedence over the act of offering a solution to a problem. (184.108.40.206)
He glanced at her and added slowly, a slight emphasis as sole change in the impersonal tone of his voice, "No one's happiness but my own is in my power to achieve or to destroy." (220.127.116.11)
He smiled, the unchanged, insolent, brilliant smile of his childhood.
She heard herself answering, irresistibly, helplessly, happily:
"Hi, Frisco!" (18.104.22.1683-6)