You are the American correspondent, Fitzgerald." "And we met in Macedonia during the Greek war." "Right.

And you and I, with a handful of other scribblers, slept that night under the same tent." "By George!" "I did not recall you when we bumped a while ago; but once I had gone by you, your face became singularly familiar." "Funny, isn't it ?" And Fitzgerald took hold of the extended hand.
"The sight of these toys always gets into my heart." "Into mine also.

Who can say what might have been had they not crushed out the great spirit lying dormant in his little soul?
I saw Bernhardt and Coquelin recently in _L'Aiglon_.

Ah, but they play it! It drove me here to-day.

But this three-cornered hat holds me longest," with a quick gesture toward the opposite wall.