Then she exclaimed abruptly: "I'm sick of 'most everything.

I hope the 'Shadows of London' will be exciting tonight." "The 'Shadows of Chicago,'" murmured Felicia.

"The 'Shadows of Chicago!' The 'Shadows of London,' the play, the great drama with its wonderful scenery, the sensation of New York for two months.

You know we have a box with the Delanos tonight." Felicia turned her face towards her sister.

Her great brown eyes were very expressive and not altogether free from a sparkle of luminous heat.
"And yet we never weep over the real thing on the actual stage of life.