There would be no gushing over this sardonic tribute to her avarice.

She would have herself too well in hand for that.
They were about her neck when she entered the house near Washington Square almost an hour before the time appointed for the conference.

In her secret but subdued pleasure over acquiring the costly present, she had lost all count of time.

That was a part of Mr.Thorpe's expensive programme.
All the way down in the automobile she had been estimating the value of her new possession.

On one point she was satisfied: there were few handsomer strings in New York than hers.