But if he doesn't want to--between you and me--I'll come within appreciable distance of almost giving him what land he needs....

O gee! O fizz! That damn Louis!...

And I'm wondering--about several matters--" After dinner Portlaw settled down by the fire, cigar lighted, and began to compose a letter to Malcourt, embodying his vivid ideas concerning a new house near his own for the bridal pair.
Hamil went out into the fresh April night.

The young grass was wet under the stars; a delicate fragrance of new buds filled the air.
He had been walking for a long time, when the first far hint of thunder broke the forest silence.

Later lightning began to quiver through the darkness; a wind awaking overhead whispered prophecy, wailed it, foreboding; then slowly the woods filled with the roar of the rain.
He was moving on, blindly, at random, conscious only of the necessity of motion.