Never had any story-book opened a like world.

She felt a longing for the Himalayas, the Indian jungles, the low-lying islands of the South Pacific.
So far as the admiral was concerned, he was very well pleased with the new secretary.
Fitzgerald was not asleep.

He had an idea, and he smoked his yellow African gourd pipe till this same idea shaped itself into the form of a resolve.

He laid the pipe on the mantel, turned over the logs--for the nights were yet chill, and a fire was a comfort--and raised a window.
He would like to hear some of that tapping in the chimney.

He was fully dressed, excepting that he had exchanged shoes for slippers.
He went out into the corridor.