You know,” Cecily said, “you really didn’t have to throw that man through the window.
She looked around. They had drifted far away from the bank of the canal. "Are we stealing this boat?" "Stealing' is such an ugly word," he mused. "What do you want to call it?" He picked her up and swung her around before putting her down. "An extreme case of window-shopping.
So, what are you?" "What I am is someone who doesn't want you to jump out of the window. The rest are details.