She was pretty, yes, indeed! How nice her hat set, and weren't her eyes pretty.
She caught her little red lip with her teeth and felt her first thrill of power.

Drouet was so good.
They went to see "The Mikado" one evening, an opera which was hilariously popular at that time.

Before going, they made off for the Windsor dining-room, which was in Dearborn Street, a considerable distance from Carrie's room.

It was blowing up cold, and out of her window Carrie could see the western sky, still pink with the fading light, but steely blue at the top where it met the darkness.

A long, thin cloud of pink hung in midair, shaped like some island in a far-off sea.