His mother, with tears in her eyes, increased his allowance.
The book that created all this commotion, I frankly admit, held me spellbound.

It deserved the highest encomiums by the most enthusiastic reviewers.

It was one of the most irresistible books I had ever read.

It was a modern high romance of love and pity, of tears iridescent with laughter, of strong and beautiful though erring souls; it was at once poignant and tender; it vibrated with drama; it was instinct with calm and kindly wisdom.

In my humility, I found I had not known my Adrian one little bit.