It will be a close fight, I think.' He threw back his head and opened his chest.

His voice rang with a vigorous enjoyment in the anticipation of a strenuous contest.
'So you are glad to get back to London,' she said.
'Rather.

I feel at home here, and only here--even in January.' He looked across the Park with a laugh.

It stretched away vacant and dull in the gray cheerlessness of a winter's morning.

'The place fascinates me; it turns me into a child, especially at night.