"You know it was Inza with you long ago--you promised to call me that.

No wonder you didn't see me; you were going past with your head down, your eyes on the ground, and an expression of profound abstraction on your face.

What in the world were you thinking of ?" "That's a mystery," said Frank, approaching the gate.
"Indeed!" and she lifted her eyebrows with a pretty Assumption of offended dignity.

"A secret from me ?" "I did not say it was a secret; I said it was a mystery.

I was thinking of the man in black." "Mercy!" She gave a little shiver.