Furlong had come from nothing. Less than nothing, some might say. - P9
It was the first of April, 1946, and some said the boy would turn out to be a fool. - P9
The main of Furlong’s infancy was spent in a Moses basket in Mrs Wilson’s kitchen and he was then harnessed into the big pram beside the dresser, just out of reach of the long, blue jugs. - P9
As a schoolboy, Furlong had been jeered and called some ugly names; once, he’d come home with the back of his coat covered in spit, but his connection with the big house had given him some leeway, and protection. - P10
He was attracted to her shiny black hair and slate eyes, her practical, agile mind. - P10
Now, Furlong was disinclined to dwell on the past; his attention was fixed on providing for his girls, who were black-haired like Eileen and fairly complexioned. - P10
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