“Wandering down the street in an aimless sort of way, cold too, in a dress from last night that made young men stop and stare in the street, Charity Hill found herself hating the single life for the very first time.”

“Very softly, but very swiftly, Last, the man with the grey face and the staring eyes, bolted for his life, down and away from the White House. Once in the road, free from the fields and brakes, he changed his run into a walk, and he never paused or stopped, till he came with a gulp of relief into the ugly streets of the big industrial town. He made hi way to the station at once, and found that he was an hour too soon for the London express. So, there was plenty of time for breakfast; which consisted of brandy.”

“What did you tell her?" (...)"That we found Mrs. Parrish wandering the streets in a scandalous manner last night, and remain in London to circulate gossip”

“Walk aimlessly in the streets; this is a good meditation! Walk aimlessly in the forests; this is a good meditation!”

“The whiskey died away in time and was renewed and died again, but the street ran on. From that night the thousand streets ran as one street, with imperceptible corners and changes of scene ...”

“Outside, the night lay coiled in the street, cobra-cold and scaled with stars.”