More dogs rushed out at them.

Then three more came over further down the wall.

Everybody I knew was in the bond business, so I supposed it could support one more single man.

This isn’t just an epigram⁠—life is much more successfully looked at from a single window, after all.

To the wingless a more interesting phenomenon is their dissimilarity in every particular except shape and size.

It was lonely for a day or so until one morning some man, more recently arrived than I, stopped me on the road.

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since.

Their house was even more elaborate than I expected, a cheerful red-and-white Georgian Colonial mansion, overlooking the bay.

There was something pathetic in his concentration, as if his complacency, more acute than of old, was not enough to him any more.

There was something pathetic in his concentration, as if his complacency, more acute than of old, was not enough to him any more.

“Oh, I’ll stay in the East, don’t you worry,” he said, glancing at Daisy and then back at me, as if he were alert for something more.

“Now, don’t think my opinion on these matters is final,” he seemed to say, “just because I’m stronger and more of a man than you are.”

He didn’t say any more, but we’ve always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that.

The kid came out and had to kill five bulls because you can’t have more than three matadors, and the last bull he was so tired he couldn’t hardly get the sword in.

When she looked at them they didn’t seem to be moving at all but if she went in and dried some more dishes and then came out again they would be out of sight beyond the point.

When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart.

The one on my right was a colossal affair by any standard⁠—it was a factual imitation of some Hôtel de Ville in Normandy, with a tower on one side, spanking new under a thin beard of raw ivy, and a marble swimming pool, and more than forty acres of lawn and garden.