Neither of them shall ever know my little game." The master plotter was busy with dreams of an ill-gotten harvest soon to ripen.
Braun peered out into his shop, sneeringly glanced at two shop girls lingering at the soda fountain, drew up a chair, picked up the Staats-Zeitung, and lit a cheroot, while he waited for the advance guard of the afternoon customers.
"I dare not go over to the 'Bavaria' until three o'clock," mused the chemist.

"It will never do to let Clayton see me with either Irma or Lilienthal.

Once hooked, though, I can give him plenty of line, and play him, in the shadows of water too deep for him.
Einstein has given me a fair insight into his character and habits.
I must go and see Leah and take her that promised dress.

I need that boy, for he is true to Leah, his dam, and she at least loves me as fondly yet as the dumb dog that licks the hand.

The other one, I can never rule that way.