In place of his wontedly correct, if garish, form of dress, he was clad in ragged calico shirt and soiled drill trousers whose lower portions were in ribbons.

All of which formed a ludicrous contrast to his white buckskin yachting shoes and his corded white silk socks.
Claire and the two men stood staring up at him in utter incredulity.

Bobby Burns broke the spell by bounding snarlingly toward the unkempt intruder.
Brice absentmindedly caught the dog's collar as Bobby streaked past him on his punitive errand.
"Hade!" croaked Standish, his throat sanded with horror.
'"'Hade! I--we--we saw you--murdered!" Hade laughed pleasantly.
"Perhaps the wish was father to the thought ?" he hinted, with an indulgent twinkle in his perpetual smile.

"I hate mysteries.

Here's an end to this one I was on my way along the path, when a young fellow came whirling around a bend and collided with me.