Sometimes when you're around I've been tempted to kiss you suddenly and tell you that you were just an idealistic boy with a lot of caste nonsense in his head.

He had no plans, no definite intentions, except to kiss her lips again, to hold her in his arms.

I suppose he'd had the name ready for a long time, even then.

He's a peach of a fellow and absolutely first-rate.

They talked aimlessly back and forth, each speaking for the other.

All the evil hate in the mad heart of February was wrought into the forlorn and icy wind that cut its way cruelly across Central Park and down along Fifth Avenue.

My head aches so, so excuse this walking there like an ordinary with a white cat will explain, I think. I can speak three languages, four with English, and am sure I could be useful interpreting if you arrange such thing in France I'm sure I could control everything with the belts all bound around everybody like it was Wednesday.