The girl regarded him with the face of a Sphinx. It added to the picturesqueness of the Sha-mien night to observe these gaily coloured lanterns dancing hither and yon like June fireflies in a meadow. It was a bizarre sight, a miniature manor, replicated fully, walled in gray limestone. "As it's getting late, and the porter may be gone to bed," he observed; "I'll take the pass-key, and let myself in. ” Then she looked up at him with frightened eyes. " "Pshaw!" cried Thames. ” “The point to note is that fundamentally you don’t want particularly to do it. The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet; from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently. The ball passed over his head, and lodged in the ceiling.
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