Was it that very nonsense he dreaded, insidiously attacking the redoubts of his common sense?
That evening at dinner Kitty nor her mother appeared to notice the change.

This gratified him; he knew that outwardly there was nothing left to desire or attain.
Kitty began to talk about the romance immediately.

She had found the beginning very exciting; it was out of the usual run of stories; and if it was all as good as the first part, there would be some editors glad to get hold of it.

So much for the confidence of youth.

_The Black Veil_, as I have reason to know, lies at the bottom of Thomas' ancient trunk.
Long as he lived he would never forget the enjoyment of that night.
The electric signs along Broadway interested him intensely; he babbled about them boyishly.