And I did as much, taking such advantage as I could of the passing street lamps.

Then, all at once, without warning or apology, she smiled, showing very even and white teeth.
She smiled.

There came to me from the purple-colored shadows some sort of deep perfume, strange to me.

I frown at the description of such things and such emotions, but I swear that as I sat there, a stranger, not four minutes in companionship with this other stranger, I felt swim up around me some sort of amber shadow, edged with purple--the shadow, as I figured it then, being this perfume, curious and alluring! It was wet, there in the street.

Why should I rebel at this stealing charm of color or fragrance--let those name it better who can.