And hair.

And gold pin.

And gold chain," said the just Aristides, putting periods for commas to eke out his breath.
The master put on his gloves and hat, feeling an unpleasant tightness in his chest and thorax, and walked out in the road.

Aristides trotted along by his side, endeavoring to keep pace with his short legs to the master's strides, when the master stopped suddenly, and Aristides bumped up against him.

"Where were they talking ?" asked the master, as if continuing the conversation.
"At the Arcade," said Aristides.
When they reached the main street the master paused.