I was conscious of outrageous hunger.
"What are you named, strangers ?" she asked.
"This man is named Goodwin," said O'Keefe.

"As for me, call me Larry." "Nothing like getting acquainted quick," he said to me--but kept his eyes upon Yolara as though he were voicing another honeyed phrase.

And so she took it, for: "You must teach me your tongue," she murmured.
"Then shall I have two words where now I have one to tell you of your loveliness," he answered.
"And also that'll take time," he spoke to me.

"Essential occupation out of which we can't be drafted to make these fun-loving folk any Roman holiday.

Get me!" "Larree," mused Yolara.