"There isn't anything down there.

Chicago's the place.

You can get a nice room." Carrie looked out through the window into the busy street.

There it was, the admirable, great city, so fine sing pair of bays, passed by, carrying in its upholstered depths a young lady.
"What will you have if you go back ?" asked Drouet.

There was no subtle undercurrent to the question.