Water pouring over marble runs off as smoothly.

"You want to be judged as men--you never will be till you can cut your hair short and dress the part.

Clothes have the deuce of a lot to do with it.

I can love a woman, but, my God, I can't argue with her." He leant back to let Berthe put the plates of soup before them, and Sally watched his face.

It was very hard--high cheek-bones from which the flesh drooped in hollows to the jaws, the grey eyes well set, neither deep nor prominent, but flinching at nothing.