[…] and would look with quiet scorn on his less punctilious shipmates when they made a rush at the cuddy dog basket.

She knew what Pete would say if she told him about it — he would say she was getting notional; and she did not want Pete to think of her as a notional woman. Notional women sometimes had a hard time marrying unless they had money.

The truth was that Padre Irene, who was a melomaniac of the first degree and knew French well, had been sent to the theater by Padre Salvi as a sort of religious detective, or so at least he told the persons who recognized him.

Some yeargroups broke down into cliques, usually dividing between the two primary training groups: hand-to-hand combat versus the marksmen.