It is always especially the people, is it not ?" "It is the people, my dear young lady, that lend interest to the world." "Paul took me out in a sleigh this morning," went on Maggie, in her cheerful voice that knew no harm.

"I liked every thing--the policemen in their little boxes at the street corners, the officers in their fur coats, the cabmen, every-body.

There is something so mysterious about them all.

One can easily make up stories about every-body one meets in Petersburg.

It is so easy to think that they are not what they seem.
Paul, Etta, even you, Herr Steinmetz, may not be what you seem." "Yes, that is so," answered Steinmetz, with a laugh.
"You may be a Nihilist," pursued Maggie.