She has never been seen in an evening gown.

Her beautiful shoulders have never been immodestly bared to the eyes of the world." The artist thought of that moment on the observation car platform.
Presently, the novelist--refilling his pipe--said whimsically, "Some day, Mr.King, I shall write a true story.

It shall be a novel of to-day, with characters drawn from life; and these characters, in my story, shall bear the names of the forces that have made them what they are and which they, in turn, have come to represent.

I mean those forces that are so coloring and shaping the life and thought of this age." "That ought to be interesting," said the other, "but I am not quite sure that I understand." "Probably you don't.

You have not been thinking much of these things.