This growing habit of skulking was gall and wormwood.

Once in his room, which was directly over the office of the American consulate, he fell into a chair, inert and breathless.

What a night! What a series of adventures! "Only a month ago I was a boy.

I am a man now, for I know what it is to suffer.

Gretchen, dear Gretchen, I am a black scoundrel! But if I break your heart I shall break my own along with it.