Irony, as you know, and as I had learned, was harmless against this thick-skinned nymph.

Of course I had no authority to scold her, so I laughed.

The object of Dorothy's attention was about to mount his horse.

He was drawing on his gauntleted gloves and held between his teeth a cigarro.

He certainly presented a handsome figure for the eyes of an ardent girl to rest upon while he stood beneath the window, clothed in a fashionable Paris-made suit of brown, doublet, trunks, and hose.