A single malicious letter from Anstruther would ruin him in India, for there was an ominous cloud, no bigger than a man's hand, lingering in that hiatus between his old rank of Lieutenant of Bengal Artillery, and the shadowy tenure of his self-dubbed Majority.

This Aspasia hid none of her methods.

She had boldly captivated the passing Pericles, and, evidently, she was the desired one.
"Let me explain," he began, as the woman looked calmly into his face.
"We are only losing time, Major," Madame Louison remarked, as she sought a corner.

"I see that you have already repented.

Do you know any one in Geneva ?" "Not one of the seventy-five thousand here," frankly answered Hawke.
"The only man I came here to see, the English Consul, is away on leave." "Then I can use you safely," answered the stranger.