Besides, there's music, and there's the fragrance of night jasmine.

Altogether, it's worth the difference of ten or twelve miles of tramping." "You're staying at the Royal Palm, then ?" "Near it," corrected Brice.

"To be exact, in the darkest corner of its big gardens.

The turf is soft and springy.

The solitude is perfect, too--unless some nightwatchman gets too vigilant." He spoke lightly, even airily, through his pain and weakness.
But, as before, his every faculty was on guard.