It was Zora's unseen influence working magnetically from the other side of the world that had led his footsteps towards the Hotel Godet on that particular afternoon.

She had triumphantly vindicated her assertion that geographical location of her bodily presence could make no difference.
"I asked her to stay in England, you know," he remarked more simply, seeing that Septimus lagged behind him in his flight.
"What for ?" "Why, to help me.

For what other reason ?" Septimus took off his hat and laid it on the chair vacated by Hegisippe, and ran his fingers reflectively up his hair.

Sypher lit another cigar.
Their side of the little street was deep in shade, but on half the road and on the other side of the way the fierce afternoon sunlight blazed.

The merchant of wine, who had been lounging in his dingy shirt-sleeves against the door-post, removed the glasses and wiped the table clear of the spilled tea.