Mary ”his voice was very quiet now ”"are you in love with this fellow Bauerstein?" She hesitated, and suddenly there swept across her face a strange expression, old as the hills, yet with something eternally young about it. 
The man was talking to Mary.
His voice was very loud.
a lady swinging a baseball bat
Right now, I'm located in southern Washington.
There are people outside.
The sun highlights their faces.
Two men are standing at a bar ordering beer.
No! Bartolomé's face relaxed until only Bayliss' was flushed red.