"Miles away--the silly man ran short of petrol. Fortunately our car came to the rescue, or it would have been most awkward, since Miss Vanrenen was with the Count at the time.
The stories are told with that mastery of the art of story-telling which their writer possesses in a conspicuous degree.--_Literary World._ The unfeigned sickness of this well-willing legate doth somewhat retard his access to your person; but I trust verily, when God shall send him health, he will with diligence recompense his demur.
For I know well where he hath said (touching the saying and bruit that he is thought imperial) that it shall be well known in this matter that he is not imperial; and thus, for lack of time, sweetheart, farewell. “You make me feel uncivilized, Daisy,” I confessed on my second glass of corky but rather impressive claret.
“Can’t you talk about crops or something?” Cynthia, you have not met my son.
James, this is Miss Vanrenen."