The sunlight, thrown westward, turned windows and roofs and towers into incomparable bijoux.

The double reflection cast a white light into the room, lifting out the blue and old-rose tints of the Ispahan rug.
Cutty shifted the chrysoprase, irresolutely for him.

A dozen problems, and it was mighty hard to decide which to tackle first.

Principally there was Kitty.

He had not seen her in four days, deeming it advisable for her not to call for the present.