But I am not in love." "Could you ever--" "Yes." "Then--why--" "I'll tell you why, some day.

Not now." They had come to where their horses were tied.

He put her up, adjusted boot-strap and skirt, then swung gracefully aboard his own pie-faced Tallahassee nag, wheeling into the path beside her.
"The world," observed Malcourt, using his favourite quotation, "is _so_ full of a number of things--like you and me and that coral snake yonder....

It's very hard to make a coral snake bite you; but it's death if you succeed....

Whack that nag if he plunges! Lord, what a nose for sarpints horses have! Hamil was telling me--by the way, there's nothing degenerate about our distant cousin, John Garret Hamil; but he's not pure pedigree.