"But I love fur, or trophies of any description.

Paul has killed a great deal." "Ah!" "Yes," answered Etta, and the music rose again.

"I should like to know," she went on, "upon what assumption you make use of a word which does not often--annoy me." "I have a good memory, madame.

Besides," he paused, looking round the room, "there are associations within these walls which stimulate the memory." "What do you mean ?" asked Etta, in a hard voice.

The hand holding the album suddenly shook like a leaf in the wind.
De Chauxville had stood upright, his hand at his mustache, after the manner of a man whose small-talk is exhausted.