"They have Pinkertons all over the grounds to see that you don't escape with less than three copies.

I'm waiting to hear the ritual they always have, and then I'm going to sprint for the first train back to the centre of civilization." "There's going to be a fine lunch," said Redding, "and reporters are expected.

I asked the policeman if we were, and he said we were." Sam rose, shook his trousers into place, stuck his stick under his armpit and smoothed his yellow gloves.

He was very thoughtful of his clothes and always treated them with courtesy.
"You can have my share," he said.

"I cannot forget that I am fifty-five minutes from Broadway.