"That would have been dishonorable, would n't it?
But I know it from my knowledge of him.

He does n't like perfection; he is not bent upon being safe, in his likings; he 's willing to risk something! Poor fellow, he risks too much!" Rowland was silent; he did not care for the thrust; but he was profoundly mystified.

Christina beckoned to her poodle, and the dog marched stiffly across to her.

She gave a loving twist to his rose-colored top-knot, and bade him go and fetch her burnous.

He obeyed, gathered it up in his teeth, and returned with great solemnity, dragging it along the floor.
"I do her justice.