p93: "The four girls ate their lunches in the covered seating alongside the running track – Liezl insisted that these were called ‘bleachers’, but it was not a word which Anne had ever heard before, and Clare suggested that it was probably an American word, which sparked a debate among them about the differences."
p235: "Now, waiting for the train in the grey light of early morning, he was in a state of high alert. If the old man had heard him, had looked in the locked drawer, had seen him leave – any of a hundred scenarios he had already obsessively replayed in his mind – then he was as good as dead."
p 202: "Bretten, however, interested him. It looked much like any other town as they drove in, but Clare quickly found the centre, and parked close to some distinctively German-looking half-timbered buildings. Even in his distracted state, Andrew could see that this was a very attractive town, and wondered if there would be time to see some of it later."
p193: "He headed into Foyle’s, but his aimless wandering turned up nothing he particularly wanted. He wondered if his subconscious was directing him to look for a book called Teach Yourself Getting On With Someone You Had A Crush On 25 Years Ago, And Probably Still Do."
p188: ' “No. I kept your trust, Andy. Remember Andy? He was a nice guy, a bit out of his depth? He trusted me, and I never broke that trust.” Andrew stopped, his eyes suddenly full of tears. Clare looked at him briefly, then wandered over to the window of Stanford’s, letting him have a moment to compose himself.'
p144: "The park had seemed like a good idea that morning, when the weather was looking promising, but it had clouded over and become colder during the day, so that by the time the five were walking across the neatly manicured lawns, there was a definite chill in the air."
p130: "The following Friday, he found himself sitting in the courtyard of Somerset House in the centre of London, enjoying the fountains, and laughing at the young children scampering in and out of the jets of water which perforated the flagstones and soaked anyone who was foolish enough to get too close. It was a hot day, and he tried to imagine having the freedom to strip down to your underwear and just run around in the cold water."
p97: 'Clare suggested playing up the migraine, and offered to cover for her. She also offered Anne a book to read – Sons and Lovers, but it was Anne’s turn to surprise: “I’ve read it,” she said. “And? Clare wanted to know. “And most of the others, although I didn’t like The Rainbow as much” “That’s not what I meant, but…. OK, another conversation for another day.'
p83: "They gathered back at the bus in time, only to be ushered off again and loaded on the ferry on foot. It was hard to be certain, but Andy thought that it was probably the same ferry as the previous crossing; it certainly seemed to have the same layout, and so the group scattered to their favourite places – places where they would be unlikely to be discovered by teachers should the promised duty free purchases materialise."
p68: "The Thursday evening was spent en masse at an open-air theatre production of some obscure 18th century Harlequin play – by chance, Andy had actually seen an English performance of this same play only a few months before, as part of his parents’ relentless drive to improve him. This meant that he was virtually the only one who understood what was going on, and his muttered explanations along his row drew some sharp rebukes from teachers at first."