1. She looks up from her cigarette, mid-sentence. She's wearing a courduroy jacket orver a dress, and her hair is pinned back. Her hand, holding the cigarette, looks along and ethereal in the light.

2. She hangs her jacket on the back of a chair. She's wearing a longish grey dress, in which her body looks narrow and delicate.

3. That makes her laugh, and it's like everything is fine between them, like they live in a slightly different universe where nothing bad has happened but Marianne suddenly has a cool boyfriend, and Connell is the lonely, unpopular one.

4. He starts pouring the beer into the glass to divert his attention.

5. He had thought that being with her would make him feel less lonely, but it only gave his loneliness a new stubborn quality, like it was planted down inside him and impossible to kill.

6. He knew then that the secret for which he had sacrificed his own happiness and the hapiness of another person had been trivial all along, and worthless.

7. "Classic me" is a very Marianne thing to say, a little self-mocking, and at the same time gesturing to some mutual understanding between them, an understanding that she is special.

8. watching him lean over the table with his hard, silent face lit by the overhead lamp.

9. A shiver ran along her jaw and she tried to make her voice sound light and humorous.