Here are some little bits from my current project:
Ronald grinned and rubbed his hands together. “I like to look fresh when I come in to sell my wares,” he explained.***
There was rarely any animosity in the glances, only a curiosity that never let her actually belong -- no matter how many years she lived here.***
A man’s form, shrouded in cape and mask, peered from a window. He waved Grimm away from the ivy. “Leave it,” he ordered, adding dully, “It will help the place appear uninhabited.”***
Grimm fought his way through the weeds to his master’s side. The man sat still in the coach, looking distantly at nothing in particular. It gave Grimm a queer feeling to be so near a man who was so far away. He didn’t like it at all.***
“You’ll soon get used to it, miss,” a cheery voice greeted her. She looked up to see a manservant emerging from one of the rooms. “And it is not nearly so bad as it looks at first. You’ll see,” he said, encouragingly.***
“Another blunder like that and you will be swinging by your neck before the month is out,” Grimm said warningly before hastening after his master.
***Her papa was already absorbed in making an adjustment to his drawing. At Belle’s question, he looked at her rather blankly, as though she were asking him to recall some small incident from 50 years ago. “Oh, yes,” he finally answered. “I did that this morning."