“At the bottom of the steps she stands waiting, with a smile of ineffable joy, an attitude of matchless grace and dignity. [...] As he is about to clasp her he feels a stunning blow upon the back of the neck; a blinding white light blazes all about him with a sound like a the shock of a cannon - then all is darkness and silence!”
″‘How’s it goin’, lad?′ she would say, giving sly slaps of apparent goodwill on various parts of the goalkeeper’s person. By this cunning form of greeting she had caught out a stream of employees who had been fiddling- having one pocket for Maggie and one for themselves.”