But every now and then Nathan would disappear and we were left alone, sitting beside each other, the short distance between us jangling with unspoken recriminations.
Noises of wood and metal, clattering of wheels, banging of implements, jangling of bells — all such things are bad enough, but worse still is the clamorous human voice.
At her belt was a ring of keys that jangled as she moved, and only when she turned did I see that the left side of her face was covered by a large, wine-colored birthmark.