That's a man all over for you, Codge.

I hope Miss Clinton ain't considering getting married to that man.

He's one of these here what-do-you-call-'ems?
Er--" "Sybarites ?" said Codge, who had picked up a good deal from conversations with Peter Snipe.
"That ain't the word," said Mr.Mott.

"Now, I'll lay awake all night trying to think of that word.

Damn the luck!" He fell into a profound state of mental concentration, from which he was aroused a few minutes later by the swift and almost unheralded shower that rushed up ahead of the thunderstorm.