Then she passed him, smiling again, nodding, sweeping a hand and arm effectively through her handsome curls as she flung a shapely limb over the broad back of the bear.

In a garish sort of way the woman was beautiful, and this night, as on all others, her beauty had nearly filled the silken coin-bag suspended from her neck.

As she rode down the street Aldous recalled Blackton's words: She was a friend of Culver Rann's.

He wondered if this fact accounted for the strangeness of the look she had given him.
He passed on to the dance-hall.

It was crowded, mostly with men.