Judith's expression had changed from mock to real gravity.

She sat bolt upright and looked at me somewhat stonily.
"What in the world do you mean, Marcus ?" "What I say.

I'm saddled with the responsibility of a child of nature as unsophisticated and perplexing as Voltaire's Huron.

She's English and she came from a harem in Syria, and she is as beautiful as the houris she believes in and is unfortunately precluded from joining.

One of these days I shall be teaching her her catechism.