He's all right, even though we haven't quite caught onto India yet." The dazzle and brilliancy of Broadway so surrounded Penzance that he found it necessary to withdraw himself and return to his immediate surroundings, that he might recover from his sense of interested bewilderment.

His eyes fell upon the stern lineaments of a Mount Dunstan in a costume of the time of Henry VIII.

He was a burly gentleman, whose ruff-shortened thick neck and haughty fixedness of stare from the background of his portrait were such as seemed to eliminate him from the scheme of things, the clanging of electric cars, and the prevailing roar of the L.Confronted by his gaze, electric light advertisements of whiskies, cigars, and corsets seemed impossible.
"He's all right," continued G.Selden.

"I'm ready to separate myself from one fifty any time I see a new book of his.

He's got the goods with him." The richness of colloquialism moved the vicar of Mount Dunstan to deep enjoyment.
"Would you mind--I trust you won't," he apologised courteously, "telling me exactly the significance of those two last sentences.