And perhaps I'll take that before very long," he added gaily; "I smoke too many cigarettes.

Cheer up, Shiela, and send me a few thousand for Easter." He rose, gracefully as always, picked up the book from where it lay tumbled in the netting of the hammock, glanced casually through a page or two.
Still scanning the print, he said: "I wanted to give you a chance; I'm going North in a day or two.

It isn't likely we'll meet again very soon....

So I thought I'd speak....
And, if at any time you change your ideas--I won't oppose it." "Thank you, Louis." He was running over the pages rapidly now, the same unchanging smile edging his lips.
"The unexpected sometimes happens, Shiela--particularly when it's expected.

There are ways and ways--particularly when one is tired--too tired to lie awake and listen any longer, or resist....