There are lines, too, on her face which only show in hours of physical strain.

I was proceeding to expound this to her at some length, for I consider it well for women to have some one to counsel them frankly in such matters, when she interrupted me with a gesture of impatience.
"There, there! Tell me what you have been doing with yourself.

Your letters gave me very little information." "I am afraid," said I, "I am a poor letter writer." "I read each ten times over," she said.
I kissed her hand in acknowledgment.

Then I rose, lit a cigarette and walked about the room.

Judith shook out her skirts and settled herself comfortably among the sofa-cushions.
"Well, what crimes have you been committing the past few weeks ?" A wandering minstrel was harping "Love's Sweet Dream" outside the public-house below.