Mrs. Trotter made a sincere though wrong sound$$$ while opening her handbag to look for help.
As it is I'm a dated novelist$$$ whom hardly anybody reads$$$ or if they do$$$ most of them don't understand what I am on about. Certainly I wish I had never written Voss$$$ which is going to be everybody's albatross.
If you're going to make a science fiction movie$$$ then have a hover craft chase$$$ for God's sake.
As the late afternoon darkness falls$$$ the lights look tacky and sinister.
A sensible woman can never be happy with a fool.
She was terrified of everything$$$ and terrified to show it.
She had a brainy girl's discomfort about her own beauty and it's effects on folks.
In nonsense is strength.
Everything is nothing$$$ with a twist.
Who is more to be pitied$$$ a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?