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| "Westguard, colossal in his armour, gazed gloomily around at the gorgeous spectacle" |
24-25 |
| "Jingling, fluttering, gems clashing musically, the Byzantine dancer, besieged by adorers, deftly evaded their pressing gallantries" |
30-31 |
| "'To our new friendship, Monsieur Harlequin!' she said lightly" |
52-53 |
| "Strelsa, propped on her pillows, was still intent on her newspapers" |
60-61 |
| "'A perfect scandal, child. The suppers those young men give there!'" |
78-79 |
| "'Is—Mrs. Leeds—well?' he ventured at length, reddening again" |
86-87 |
| "'I write,' said Westguard, furious, 'because I have a message to deliver—'" |
98-99 |
| "'Never mind geography, child; tell me about the men!'" |
116-117 |
| "Strelsa, curled up on a divan ... listened to his departure with quiet satisfaction" |
126-127 |
| "'Do you remember our first toast?' he asked, smiling" |
128-129 |
| "Once more, according to the newspapers, her engagement to Sir Charles was expected to be announced" |
172-173 |
| "All stacked up pell-mell in the back yard and regarded in amazement by the neighbors" |
178-179 |
| "A fortnight later Strelsa wrote to Quarren for the first time in nearly two months" |
190-191 |
| "'I say, Quarren—does this old lady hang next to the battered party in black?'" |
194-195 |
| "'I didn't tell Strelsa that you were coming,' she whispered" |
210-211 |
| "So he took the lake path and presently rounded a sharp curve" |
214-215 |
| "'The old ones are the best,' she commented" |
228-229 |
| "Strelsa in the library, pulling on her gloves, was silent witness to a pantomime unmistakable" |
246-247 |
| "A high and soulful tenor voice was singing 'Perfumes of Araby'" |
272-273 |
| "She came about noon—a pale young girl, very slim in her limp black gown" |
280-281 |
| Jessie Vining |
290-291 |
| "'In the evenings sometimes Miss Vining remains and dines with Dankmere and myself at some near restaurant'" |
302-303 |
| "'If you'll let me, I'll stand by you, darling'" |
328-329 |
| "'Is it to be Sir Charles after all, darling?' she asked caressingly" |
346-347 |
| "'And it is to be your last breakfast'" |
374-375 |
| Strelsa Leeds |
380-381 |
| "'Let him loose, Quarren,' said Sprowl" |
416-417 |
| "'I wanted to surprise you,' he explained feebly" |
424-425 |
"Tell it not in Gath, publish it not in the streets of Ascalon."
THE STREETS OF
